The Bracken Woods ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

freóbearn’s concern was unashamedly clear, contorting her expression further into a frown. they couldn’t know whether kendrick was alive or not until seeing him; if he was, then his wounds would also need to be addressed, and if he wasn’t, then he deserved a proper burial. 

however, she could yet do neither of those things for her brother, a thought which festered and burned. well, freóbearn sighed, i’ll examine you, and then you can have your rest. freó looked first to célnes, then to cenric, assuring that they all agreed.

the stream grew nearer, much to (she was sure) all of their relief. whichever sibling offered themself first would have their wounds silently, but thoroughly assessed.