[He looked to the smaller woman as she took a place beside him, but it was a brief glance, and he turned back to the river, and the orange lights floating down its flow in the twilight. It was beautiful, really, and there was something almost comforting about it. It did, though, have a sense of finality. It really was a lovely little ritual, all things considered.]

I assume by "it" you mean "letting go of those who've already passed on"? No. Not really. You hardly have a choice.

[He frowned and hazarded another glance in her direction before returning to the procession.]

I'm sorry? How am I "holding up"? I have no idea to what you're referring. This isn't a funeral, after all, and even if it were, you're certainly under no obligation to offer your condolences.