Titania kneels before Greil's grave as long grasses whisper in solemn swishes of organic blades. A legendary weapon with its head in the ground marks the site. She takes a moment to caress Urvan's handle. The breeze is gentle but grief is not. She weeps.

Slumped against a tree and out of sight, Mist observes. She can hear her own heart in Titania's sobs. In this if not in blood they are sisters. That's how Mist knows that as much as she might want to, she mustn't interrupt. She must allow Titania this.

It isn't what her father would've wanted.