The Sunspire For in his eye were stars that burned

Olive's narrative was one which Rannoch found himself believing with gusto. He had no reason to doubt the Matron— especially since she had just picked the safety of her child and pack over her former lover. "Oh, Olive," he breathed compassionately; Rannoch could only imagine what she was going through at that moment. "Thank you for keeping our Sunspire safe," he said. "And thank you for making the sacrifice that you did." 

"You need to find Cassiopeia," he instructed then, feeling suddenly concerned for the young warrior; she had only just healed from her last venture. "Tend to her wounds. Call for Hyacinth if she's needed." The longer he had lingered at the scene, the more apparent Cassiopeia's scent had become. Her fragrance radiated from Dakarai's broken remains and strengthened Olive's retrospection. 

"We will take care of the body. Bring it off of our lands, and somewhere far from here." Rannoch turned to Terance then to see if he agreed. "Let the scavengers pick at him." It was what Dakarai deserved.