King Elk Forest good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter

There was nothing Ramsay could do to stop the inevitable. With a heave and a sigh, Cicero's spirit left his body to join the daedra on their eternal plane, leaving the mortals to mourn him in relative silence. Delight seemed to fall out of existence as he focused on the still face of his father. He recalled Indra then, telling him that the dead should be buried. He remembered telling her that the dead wouldn't know any better anyway.

After all this time, he still believed that, and thus felt no need to lay Cicero to rest or preserve his body in any formal fashion. He watched numbly as Euron approached their father's tail, recoiled, then disappeared from the gathering. Wordlessly he followed after his brother at a distance; he didn't want Euron's presence necessarily, but he didn't want to be left with the body and strangers, either.