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

Olive nodded at Lily’s astute suggestion —the rose garden, how simply perfect. The issue of the frozen ground was one that she did not immediate have a remedy for, but Olive figured the logistics of it all could be handled later. As long as they were in the dead of winter, and decomposition was not a factor, there was no rush here. The mother turned again to look at Faye to ask “Is that something you would like?”  and, when the young girl nodded solemnly, Olive closed her eyes for a moment and addressed the group. “Then, stay close to Faye she shall." 

Again, talking to Faye — she felt more drawn to the innocent child in front of her than the matters of death and dying — Olive offered kindly “Would you like to stay with Seabreeze and our children?”  Faye was almost an adult herself, but Eleuthera and Seamus and Okeanous and Ibis were also nearly adults, so perhaps the girl would find herself in good company. They were a delightfully sweet bunch, after all. Olive could think of no place finer for the suddenly lonely child.