Fairspell Meadow swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze

For how young he was, Scarab was quite thoughtful. Maegi suddenly wanted him to stay, to not leave her alone with the dead. . .but she realized it was probably uncomfortable for him here, and she didn't want to move. She nodded, wordlessly murmuring her thanks and watching his dark gold figure retreat.

Retreat, but not depart. He would stay here with them, and she was grateful for that.

She sighed, pressing her muzzle into the space between Sobek's scrawny shoulders. Death, he smelled of death, but there were vestiges of his scent still remaining and she would absorb it while she still could.

She wasn't sure if she could bear to see him rot.