He sits still as Branch shuffles up between him and the altar, eyes pinned onto the back of the troll's head. Geez, even an invitation came with a certain intensity to it. But this was all a very strange, unexpected source of... comfort? Condolences? for Miguel to accept.

Honestly, he is feeling too tired to be angry about it. Just cautious. He's exhausted himself trying to confront all the tangled emotions of something very painful, something he'd kept completely bottled up, trying to find an ounce of peace by the end of it and barely managing to scrape anything aside for the trouble.

He hesitates when Branch asks the question, like saying the answer might dissolve whatever defenses he had left. But Branch seemed sincere so far...

"Gabriella."