Cliff took his pace comfortably beside and then slightly behind her, closing the gate behind him (didn't need more lost animals!) and stepping through the grass. He moved a lot less fluidly than the redhead, pretty much stomping down patches... They'd spring back up sooner or later, whatever. He glanced back over his shoulder, still very faintly hearing the sound of trumpets, and it was hard to deny that the festival did look nice from this far away. Up close, not so much! A big ol' mess of honking instruments and flowers in your mouth, but from here? It was all right.

The man lowered himself into a seat beside her, moving pretty slowly with the action... Something she was used to if she knew Cliff. Leaning, sitting and anything like it was a slower process thanks to some very sore joints. Probably something to do with that military history! He did finally drop into a seat with a little grunt, and then stretched his legs in much the same way. "Couldn't hurt, I guess." Cliff set his mug down on the grass beside him and exhaled. "I dunno, I guess this part of being out here isn't too bad. Fresh air and all that."