Deepwood Weald Mythical Mithril

Moira continued to hum her little tune. It helped to comfort herself as well as others. She loved her tunes, and always hummed when alone...or at least most of the time. Unless disturbed, and even that happened most of the time. Moira opened her eyes as she had them closed while humming, turning to him.

"Of course it is...it's the last most hear as I comfort their passing." That...was half true. Only some of those she aided had passed, and it was few in number.