[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Mazelina nods her head, wishing the other woman well. She also whispers out one more well-wish for her health, and for her to remember her brother well. As she walks away, Maz watches her, exhaling only once she was far enough to not hear the deflation.

"I would offer to help, but it seems this is something she would like to see to personally. I would rather not...step on whatever rite she would like to prepare herself." She pauses a moment, far more quiet and contemplative than most have seen her previously. "Dore would want at least a temporary grave made for him, but if it would help, we could gather the others and say a few words."

Like this, she seems weak and vulnerable, ready to blow away in a strong breeze. It's with both hands that she clutches to her staff now-- before she draws in a breath. Almost as the sun rises, Mazelina brightens, standing up straight. The smile finds its way back to her face.

"Fret not, Milo. Any goodbye or sentiments you can offer are welcome, at least to me. We carry Brenden's memory with us, and she's right when she says he wouldn't want us to linger long."