[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

It hurts. It really, really does. This wasn't the first time Mazelina has lost an important, fatherly figure in her life. After all, her parents were gone too, taken in front of her. Funny, how all her healing couldn't do shit then, either.

Again, Dore offers no help. No, the goddess is surprisingly silent on the matter of all of this loss and destruction, and Mazelina bites hard on her lower lip to keep from laughing as much as it keeps her from crying. Her knuckles are even whiter than usual as she clutches her staff, fist balled and tensed so tightly it almost feels as though her muscles will snap.

Sunny's presence is nice, as well as Casey's. It does cut her mourning short, and though they do not know it, means that she has to put on a brave face and tuck this all away.

"You're right, Casey." It's the only thing she can think to say, and her voice almost cracks before she clears her throat to compose herself. "Sunny, we can go over proper funeral rights momentarily. Searching for remaining survivors sounds more immediately important. Once we clear the village out, we'll come back and sort all of this out."

Yes. She needed to focus on what she could change, Dore be damned. Rising to her feet, she mumbles a gentle thank you to Captain Brenden, brushing tears from her cheek before turning on her heel and making her way into the village.