[open] you'll come back when it's over

[eolasemah]

WHO friends and family of Sina Dahlasanor
WHAT: post-mortem interactions
WHEN: the evening of 7 Haring and onward
WHERE: the infirmary and elsewhere
NOTES: CW for death and illness. Apart from the main post I will not be tagging in. This thread is for wake/funeral/burial arrangements and anything else you guys want to play out pertaining to Sina's death, so feel free to make top levels or do whatever else!

It was the evening of the sixth when Galadriel paid her visit to Sina, after which the girl became mostly unresponsive. Still breathing, she slept through the night and day, waking up in the late afternoon just long enough to reach for Nari's hand and whisper something to her before falling away again. The candles grew dim and the shadows long before she stirred again, pulling in a last rasping breath, her lips moving soundlessly to form two unknown words as she exhaled and fell still.

It was hardly ten minutes later when, witnessed by friends and clan, the glowing green patch of magic that had plagued them all for the last couple years simply... vanished from the elf's sternum, as though it had never been there. Lying small and wasted away, destroyed from the inside out, anyone who looked at Sina for the first time would not understand what had killed her.

The room was then vacated by all but Keeper Thalia and Sina's parents, a balding large-eyed man with a quivering chin and a plain, sandy-haired woman, neither appearing all that much more vital than their late daughter. It was they who prepared the body for the resulting rites, silent and weary, their miracle baby laid to an untimely rest.

Out in the hall, Nari found herself surrounded in a collective embrace by a sea of russet-haired Dalish, her family. Even in a time like this, being with their daughter and sister brought comfort, and they hoped she might find some as well.
Sedi and Nymii stood as sentries on either side of the door, permitting only mourners and scowling down otherwise unrelated onlookers.

At last, at long last, it was over.

Comments

[gatheringstorm]

"Oh, kadan. It's alright, I've got you. Let it all out...." Korrin's vision blurs again as Araceli loses it, her own uneven breaths and crying spells making it difficult to speak for the moment. However, that doesn't mean she has no comfort to provide. She curls up around her small and slight kadan, a large but gentle hand rubbing her back. They'll be so spent by the time this cycle of comforting each other is over, but if that's what it takes to get through this, so be it.

She doesn't want to think about that garden either, not now and not for the foreseeable future. Maybe at some point, it will be the reminder Araceli mentions but for now it's just one more reason to avoid Hightown. However, Nari's an entirely different matter and the thought of their grieving friend has her voice thick with pain. "We'll find Nari when we can manage it, let her know she still has us." At least she's in the arms of her clanmates now, and they'll take good care of her. Still, the three of them spent so much time together by Sina's bedside, that it only seems right to see her once more together.

[foxsays]

How much easier to just let go. To let it out and sob openly against Korrin after all this time holding it in her chest, swallowing it down, biting her tongue even after what she admitted to Sina before she went that she allows it to happen. To wash over her as a wave does. Why fight it? Breathe when you can, save your strength instead of filling your lungs.

Her stomach aches from it when she can finally get a hold of herself, tucked so close to Korrin, clutching at her tight until she's able to speak again. Tear-stained - worse, most likely worse - her mouth is by Korrin's shoulder when she does. "Give her time with her clan first, I think we need a night just...in our bed. With Lux. Even lying awake. Nari's with everyone that loved them both too." Beleth and Sorrel probably if she thinks about it.

[gatheringstorm]

Just holding onto Araceli, letting her sob until she can't any longer, Korrin eventually manages to regain a vague sense of calm, at some point too drained even for tears. She nods, unable to disagree with her kadan's suggestion. A night in seclusion with Lux is about all she can handle, after this. "She is, thankfully. Alright, I'm ready to try moving. You don't have to, kadan." Araceli is always light enough for her to carry, so if she'd prefer not to move that's not an issue.

[foxsays]

"I have legs." Getting them under her is another matter but with a shaking breath she does that, pushes herself up and to her feet. Shock sets in, it's that full realisation that worse is to come as a hand is held out to Korrin anyway because Araceli isn't willing to lose face outside the hall. "Okay. I'm-- let's go. Let's go and lock the door."