[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

[faithlikeaseed]

If Myr had any trace of doubt left about how much the mabari knew of what went on around him, that whine would dispel it. "Me too," he says quietly in reply, reaching out to brush fingertips against Garahel's short fur. He's felt exactly that way often enough in the past few days--but there wasn't sense in indulging it when so much remained to be done. (Later. Always later.)

He nods for Inessa's answer, though, and is silent for several seconds as he fits pieces together in his head. There's no way to guess the timing of dreams, when something might've happened in the Fade relative to something that happened outside it, but...

"I think," he picks up, once his thoughts are in an acceptable order, "we'll want a closer study of what happens to shardbearers in the Fade. When they're dreaming or--otherwise."

[circleprodigy]

Garahel rumbles quietly and gently leans into Myr for a moment. Inessa's quiet, listening and considering. At length, she speaks up. "That is a fair point, and one which I'll be certain to mention. Perhaps mention of that should be added to the survey, once we hammer out exactly what should take place. I don't want to request anything without giving full disclosure from the beginning."

[faithlikeaseed]

"Good thought." Myr's silent a moment then, tucking his hands into his sleeves against the winter chill. "...It's too easy to get impatient with how careful we've got to be," he finally confesses. "Even knowing we'll do more harm that good if we simply run roughshod over the shardbearers rather than let them have a say in the process.

"But knowing now how little time we might have--" He cuts himself off, shakes his head, and dismisses the maundering with a wan smile. "--well, we'll make the best of it without making ourselves into Venatori. We've got to."

[circleprodigy]

"It's a frustrating balance that we must maintain, to be sure. At some point, we will need to risk more...but I want to be certain that when we do, it's done because we have educated ourselves as thoroughly as possible, not out of impulse." That time hasn't come, but Inessa knows it will. It's just a matter of preparing beforehand.

"We have some time, but I don't want to take any of that for granted. In fact--" She stops herself, noting his movement and likewise feeling the chill. "Would you care to join me inside? I have a sudden desire for some mulled wine by the fire."

[faithlikeaseed]

It's a tempting offer--and now that the bees have been told, there's no reason for him to stick around outside in such inclement weather. "I'd like that very much," Myr admits after a moment's consideration. "Certainly easier to talk plans when our teeth aren't chattering."

He slips his staff from off his back, doing his best not to expose his hands overmuch as he does. "Lead the way."

[circleprodigy]

"Those are my thoughts, as well." Garahel, hearing these plans and hoping for treats by the fire, barks eagerly and darts ahead. Inessa herself lingers by Myr, preferring to take it slower rather than risk slipping on any ice. Besides, she knows the mabari will just circle back when he gets impatient.