Ifion reads the note and peers off into the distance, looking at nothing in particular. "I always thought I'd enter my final grave before her. But she lived as I did in my youth -- not wisely but too well. Perhaps she can finally be with the one she always wanted." He shakes his head slowly, muttering quizzically, "She is almost a reflection of me."
His mind snaps back to the here and now. "I suppose I should tend to the living. Nepp can deal with this in his own way. But the children... and Ash's friends will need comfort."
The old Aragenite sits for a moment, recording the news in his journal. With that task complete, he stands, throws up his hood, and heads out into the frigid night.
