[ It's nice to see a familiar face, though there's a faintly distant look in Zagreus's eyes that speaks to something thoughtful; it doesn't surprise Dimitri, considering they're all dead. Of course they have things weighing on their minds.

He tries not to intrude too abruptly, nodding in greeting. ]

Mm. They must have been working towards this for some time. Especially since most of them are youths.

[ Which makes his expression lose its mirth, more conflicted as he considers it—do the children here have their parents? Did they pick up pins and needles and craft all this garb on their own. He settles into a mild sort of melancholy as he sits beside him. ]

It's impressive—even this place has its ritual and tradition.