[ A loud voice rings out, piercing the silence of the cemetery. It startles Chesed as he drops the vines in his hands and glances in the direction of the greeting.

Ah. It seems his initial assessment of the cemetery was incorrect. There does appear to be a sign of life not attributed to the flora. He waves back with a smile, though the expression shifts to one of bewilderment upon hearing the young lady's words. ]

Oh my. Is that so?

[ That gives Chesed pause. Even if he managed to successfully clear the ivy off the headstone, it would simply be back the next day. ]

Hm. So it is a futile task then.

[ The smile returns. ]

I do have experience with those kinds of activities. Rest assured, it does not bother me to know my efforts will be in vain, though I appreciate the information.

[ And because he's completely serious about not being bothered about the vines returning the next day, Chesed returns to his task while keeping his focus on the newcomer. ]

A hail and well-met to you as well. My name is Chesed. Might I have the pleasure of knowing your name?