Dawnlark Plains Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep

As Pema appeared, looking just as torn apart as everyone else did he held still only moving to press his muzzle against the side of her neck and embrace her as well. He had no idea what to say, he didn't know if he could speak without breaking apart like a piece of old rotten wood. "It was so...sudden. Just...out of nowhere. Nobody was prepared. Is that normal?  One second someone you love is here and then the next they're gone?" he asked her, trusting that she was someone he could trust with his more emotional and sensitive musings. He didn't feel the need to keep everything in and be strong around Pema, but he wouldn't cry again right now.  He felt far too numb for that.