[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Terribly busy? Near the corpse of their dead captain? It's a strange question, but Mazelina holds her tongue. The current situation had a few people on-edge, but she wasn't about to contribute to any sort of negativity.

Milo's reassurance earns a soft smile from her, and it seems he's right. For a brief moment her eyes are misty, even through her smile.

"Thank you Milo, truly. I appreciate your concern, and your words for Captain Brenden...and I know you are right." Leaning over the Captain's body, she mumbles under her breath a series of sentiments and memories, ones intended only for her, him, and whatever else out there might be able to hear. Whatever energies swirled out in the world and cared to remember, or to take but a moment to mourn with her.

She recounts the day Brenden found her, wandering damp through the forest, shivering and clutching herself tightly. They weren't the shivers of cold so much as exhaustion, her nerves raw from what she saw only days before. The Captain was a man of few words, and seemed to think very little about taking a somewhat quiet woman in with him- especially one he eventually learned was on the track to fancying herself a holy woman.

Now, she's not so sure. The captain is gone, and she feels even more lost without the Dore or him by her side.

"I will do my best to make you proud, and to find others to take in and help. Like you did me. To...try to make things better. Thank you for everything, Captain."
With that, she takes a deep breath, wills peace and health to all the lives Brenden touched once more...and then turns on her heel to follow after Milo (and Sunny? Who knows.)