Hushed Willows Hunger turns even the kindest of hearts

Nova held herself neutrally, showing no sign of rank within or around her. Her ears were droopy with sadness, her glistening eyes down at the body of Kunik. She would miss the spunky female and their pep talks, and wished somehow there was a way to give her another chance. Alas, that wasn't the way of the world, and Kunik had not been the "fittest of the fit". The elder was more than wary of death, particularly the painful kind. When it came to death, however, the fae found herself petrified: not so much dying as what came after. All the knowledge she'd gained, all the steps she'd taken, did they all get buried in the ground with her body or would someone eat it out of her? Perhaps her spirit went onto another place, or even truly given another chance at life?
At the boys, she nodded to show she understood what was said. The golden woman stayed still, waiting and mourning the lost soul. She would wait till both of them had either taken the portions to split before taking her own or Graces: perhaps she could get to the more nutritional organs, fuel her frail body to hold on for just a little longer.