Emberwood Keeping time by a pendulum as the fabric starts to fray

Moss. He looked upon her tomb as though it'd give him more insight into who she was. It gave him nothing to work with of course, and he was left to wonder with what little information he was given.

How so? Abel clumsily treaded a line of what was appropriate to say and what was not. And his mind had yet to catch up with an ever-slipping tongue. What happened?

A moments pause allowed him to chew over the question, and it left a sour taste. I mean, if it's a touchy subject you don't have get into it. He shrunk a bit at the realization of his barrage of insencitive questions. I'm just a bit curious.