Broken Antler Fen wormwood

<3 last from me!

teya loathed this conception: that she must be tended. yet as eljay spoke above her head, voice reassuring; as she felt herself lean into him, heard his own sobs, the sound of paw upon earth; teya dissolved somewhat.
not only for wraen, but for tambourine.
she would not and could not turn around; she would not see the pleasant older raven buried, and so stood with head tucked against the kind crook of the caretaker's own until it was over, until her tears ran to nothing and her eyes hurt, until she heard bridget's voice again — and then she would take up her sentinel silent and lone beside the newly churned loam.