what makes a desert beautiful...is that it hides a well, somewhere
Golden light stretches across the desert as this strange reunion takes place. For his part, Mort stands with his hands clasped easily behind his back and his head lowered slightly. There's a faint smile on his lips, and though he is not an active participant in what is happening, his presence will very much be felt by all those near: a sense of calm, a buoyant and champagne-bright sparkle in their souls that softens the edges of dispair and loss that each of them might be able to properly appreciate the time with Enzo for the gift that it is.
