Dragoncrest Cliffs it was still september

The fish had done its work; and all she could hope now was that Cayetano's suffering had not been prolonged. No signs of life came from his sombre, sodden form, in an unusual and peaceful-looking mask of death. Lucette and Lafayette were spared a glance, but she couldn't look at them for long. How was it that their children always saw death at such a young age? Fortunately for these two, there was no battle, no gore, no horrible poison. They would learn what loss was, but in the gentlest of ways.

Etienne offered to take care of Cayetano's body, and the lionfish as well; Val stepped forward to take the children, to find pretty things to dress the man's grave. She turned to her son, and nuzzled his cheek.

She heard her brother utter the word 'papa' and it warmed her heart, freeing it of some of the weight it bore. It came as a relief, to hear him call himself a word most children of Sapphique would never truly know.

"I will stay an' 'elp you, so;" She murmured in a soft and sad melody.
"We will put 'im where de tide will not flow," She suggested. That way, his body could be at peace- and he might slumber eternally without the worry of one day being unearthed once more.