Hushed Willows Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.

PPing Faye just a little bit to move things along.

Naturally, Faye had been the first to notice Aviana's departure from this world. She'd alerted the others to the body, and Lily arrived on the scene, face mournful. Where she had once felt strangely euphoric, now she was constantly weepy, and nauseous to boot. The smell of death entered her nostrils and she barely stifled a gag, looking away.

I'm so sorry, Faye, she whispered, tears spilling over her cheeks. The last death she'd had to deal with was Lanawyn's, and the grief she'd never had time to really process came now. Added to this latest blow, it was almost too much to bear.

Oh, the poor Morningsiders! Lily didn't know their customs; she would let Sunny and the others decide how to handle Aviana's body. For her part, Lily sat with the now-orphaned girl, tail wrapped protectively around her haunches. Having never lost her own mother, she couldn't fathom what it was like. It hurt, no doubt. She wouldn't leave Faye's side for a long while.