Sweeney's already there by the time she arrives, having arrived half an hour early to see if he was even capable of being there before he had to do it with her. Nothing implies he's changed or otherwise addressed himself.

He's not at the knoll, however. Instead he's meandering through some pots and bushes of flowers, perusing them with a cigarette in one hand and his other tucked in the pocket of his jacket. Sweeney's attention seems focused, noting various species with a keener eye. Some nearby are strikingly similar to those that had been tied with blue ribbon.