He may take comfort in the fact that, nearby, there is an elven girl covered in mud and with leaves in her hair carrying a bucket of dirt across the courtyard. Which is to say, a kindred spirit, or at least one who might be perceived as of the same kind by anyone watching.
Noticing the very tall man's apparent distress, Sina walks up to him with a curious smile, and looks wayyy up to his face.

"Are you here to help with the garden?" she asks hopefully. He looks like the sort. She also takes note of the shard in his hand, not that it means much-- she's got one of her own, glinting out of her sternum.