Sun Mote Copse I'll be resting my eyes

Her mother was gone beneath her. If ever a living thing felt a soul leave the body, it was Weejay -- for she felt, in every sense of the word, that her mother had inexplicably escaped from her.

Rocked into the same dumbfounded shock as Raven, Weejay pushed against her mother's limp body. It was still warm, but it held none of the tensile strength of her skin while she was still living. There was no tension, no movement, no response. Just... nothing.

Weejay stilled, and her mother's body slumped besides her.

Then she rocked herself, back and forth -- the tears welling in her eyes again as she blubbered. She could not form words nor think, and at length was collected by a grim-faced adult and shepherded elsewhere, for in that moment all senses had misfired and Weejay was simply stuck in a continuing, shuttering cycle of sorrow and disbelief.