He rises and stays with her, using his larger mass to block any gusts of wind, his candle held in the opposite hand. The riverbank is not as crowded now, and even so, people tend to take note of his stature and make way for him anyway. Wing lets M'gann set pace though, his steps careful on the loose pebbles near the riverbank.

It's definitly a festive time and Wing need not drag out the details of his people's unfortunate past. Instead, it's a celebration here, or soon to be one, a small victory for M'gann over her fear. "Keep your wish in your heart when you release your candle downstream, your hope propels it." Better that than her worry over being injured. He wouldn't want the energies at work here to be confused.