Tears
When he had died, she had not cried. When she buried him, she had not cried. Whenever she thought about him, those weeks after, while she was there in the desert, she had not cried for him. On her wedding day, when she had missed him so much, she had not cried. That one year anniversary, when she had gone to his grave, laid flowers on it, thought about him so hard, she had not cried. It was not that she didn't love him, or that a knight didn't cry, but that her tears wouldn't come.
A tear leaked out of her eye, rolled down her cheek, and fell to the ground. Another, another. Alanna wept silently, and George pulled her close. Somehow he knew she wept for her brother.