[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

[arlathvhen]

"I'll see if I can arrange a proper meeting, then. At some point before he leaves." Her voice drops slightly, posture slacking. "He, um--I asked him to come, for Sina. But, well. He has duties as the First." She looks up, a dry, thin smile on her face. "...I told you that before, didn't I? Maybe one of these days he should actually get to see the lessons I've been taking for him."

And she'll need to warn Sorrel that she might have used him for an excuse to get to know the cute shirtless elf waving a staff around. Whoops.

She straightens a little when he mentions that he has something he wants her help with. She wants to quiz him on it right away, see what he needs, and what she can do--but there's a fatigue she feels at the idea, and she knows that he's got the right of it, wanting to wait. She's certainly not going to be able to give him her best at the moment. And at worst, that fatigue could turn to irrational irritation, if she tries to force it.

She ducks her head when he says that, and there's the muffled noise of her talking while covering her mouth, that she does whenever Myr manages to fluster her. "Alright, alright. You have odd taste in friends, but I suppose I'll do what I can. Though I think right now, what I can do is...nap, maybe. Not very exciting, I'm afraid."

[faithlikeaseed]

"Thank you. I'd appreciate it--but I'd understand if he's to return shortly." The man had lost his wife, after all, on top of whatever other duties he had; Myr can appreciate keenly the need to be back with family, somewhere familiar, after a loss like that. Sina was only (only) his friend and he'd wanted to crawl back home to Hasmal to grieve in a familiar setting--how much more her bondmate. "Though he should have a chance to see that before he goes."

It goes without saying he'd be glad to provide the opportunity.

He cocks his head to one side at the muffled quality of her voice, intuiting the hand and smiling just a little wider for the thought of it. Oh, Beleth. "I beg to differ; I've excellent taste in friends," he retorts, gentle and warm. "And if a nap is what you need, then a nap you shall have, and I'll leave you to it. Unless there's anything else you need from me now."