Ah. Dimitri pauses, just a moment, recognizing that sort of gesture. It is one he is quite familiar with, his childhood having been engulfed in grief as it was - with him, and everyone who he knew as well.

It is why he can understand that this is perhaps nothing he should speak on. Truly, it is not his business, is it? So Dimitri hesitates only a moment before speaking up. "I had thought to look over the outside, to enjoy the autumn air and perhaps something warm to drink with it. It is good to see that you were able to make this celebration. If you would like, I were to fetch a warm drink for myself, and could easily get another at the same time."

Warm drinks are good for the throat after some crying, he's found.