Swiftcurrent Creek burning a kite; i'm at a funeral, nothing unusual

He sends Phillip away before he moves to bury his mother, determined not to see his love fall sick in the same way she had. He won't lose him, too. So he sets to work alone, dragging the corpse that had once been Alessia to the den she'd birthed him in, their shared home for those first few months. He starts to dig just inside of it, intending to deepen it and drag her in — and then collapse the structure on top of her. A fitting burial, he thinks. This place is the only place he can remember ever seeing her truly happy; the only place he can remember feeling any sort of love from her, save those last fleeting moments of closeness. This is how he wants to remember her, though he'd hated her so bitterly in life. She's gone now, and somehow he can't find the energy to hate her anymore. He simply feels empty.