"Hey, Miss Clara! Am I late?" Heiji was carrying a large spray of flowers in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. Though technically Clara couldn't eat (he was pretty sure), offering food and drink to the departed was a well-known enough tradition that he didn't think it'd be too weird.

The flowers consisted of Gerberas, lilies, carnations, and a few he didn't know the name of. He set them down on top of her tombstone.