There was a stillness in the air.
The world stopped. Everything had been frozen.
A gravestone beneath a tree on a large plot of land served as the catalyst for the clock stopping.
This was where Nowi had been for the past few months. Nothing could move her.
Chrom learned that the hard way when he was nearly fried alive by the Manakete for suggesting she leave.
Her daughters brought her food every day. The plates were usually cleaned by the time they came to retrieve them, but she never said anything when seeing her children.
"At least she's eating." Morgan had said, trying to find light in the situation.
"It's not enough." Nah replied. She was much more realistic.
She never said anything to anyone. She just laid there in her dragon form day and night, guarding the tombstone that bore her husband's name.
There was nothing under her, his body had faded away the same time as Grima's. The tombstone was simply a placeholder and a place for their friends and allies to mourn.
She knew this day would come, she told her husband as much before they wed, but she didn't expect their parting to be so soon. That made it hurt even more.
She screamed, she cried, and she yelled until her throat went raw and her eyes turned red. But nothing could make him stay. Not even her love.
So here she laid. Time frozen until she joined him wherever he went.
"That looks comfy. Mind if I join you?"
A voice forced the hands of the clock to move. Nowi's eyes watered, the light returning as the silhouette came into view.
For the first time in months new life breathed into her lungs.
"Robin?"
Wow. This took a while. I was really having trouble with this prompt, and in the end I don't think I fully got it; but I think I did the best I could for the moment. Let me know what you think.