Blackfeather Woods she is the fairies' midwife, and she comes

He is gracious enough to allow her this courtesy. No one escapes death; even before their own, they must face it. Without knowing his particular struggles, Megara understands that he most likely has lost as well, and understands. She dips her head in solemn thanks, a genuine smile upon her face. 

Then I will leave you and yours be, for now, the woman murmurs, peering gently into the dark woods. Her indigo eyes then rest on the guardian. Farewell for now, Bjørn. Mephala be with you. 

If he has no more for her, the Melonii will turn, with one last intrigued glance at the trees before departing. It will not be the last time she sees this place, if it is up to her. But it's not—not entirely. Still, she looks forward to visiting her sister's final resting place. 

Perhaps. . .perhaps some shred of her spirit still remains, not yet claimed by the Void.