Roland and Sif woke up almost simultaneously.
There was a faint trace of tears at the corner of Roland's eyes.
He was saddened.
There was a faint trace of tears at the corner of Sif's eyes.
She was happy.
Roland was saddened by losing track of the Elf Sylph, while Sif was happy for finding the lost foot of the Elf Sylph.
The joys and sorrows between people are never connected.
Seeing the tear marks at the corner of Sif's eyes, Roland, although not understanding why his beloved wife was crying, instinctively thought she must be sad.
Seeing the tear marks at Roland's eyes, Sif, though not understanding why he was crying, instinctively thought he was most likely joyous.
She embraced him, joy must be shared.
He embraced her too, sorrow needs to be shared.
Just as the two embraced each other tightly, forgetting the world, the world did not forget them.
There was a knock on the door.
"Sif, Roland, are you inside?"
