Laying to Rest

As the trees curled around her almost protectively, Phoebe could not help but be momentarily reminded of Frey's realm. Not that they were in any way similar, but it was the same sort of idea - a protective cocoon built by a god to give her a moment's reprieve from reality. Sometimes such moments were the greatest gifts of all. And at Ludo's words, the brightness she heard in them, the assurance that her child would know they were loved and not forgotten, the tiniest of smiles curved her lips. "Thank you, Ludo. Such knowledge is truly the kindest of gifts." she said quietly, her hands clutching to her chest as if to hold and sooth the way her heart both ached for her child and felt joy that their soul would know how desperately they had been wanted and loved. That she should not stay long seemed logical to her - the realm of the living and of the dead were separate for a reason - and she nodded at their words. She would not linger longer than was necessary, pausing only a moment before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the forehead of the stuffed rabbit, as if to truly lay to rest what she would not have or know; the last gesture of affection she could give until she too joined them, whenever that would be, in death. "If...if it is even possible for them to have this, I would be so grateful. If not, it is of course for you Ludo, for all the peace you've given me." she said quietly. The rabbit had been made for her child, and of course she wished for them to have it, but knew it likely not possible for such a mortal creation to exist in Mort's realm. But if Ludo kept it for themselves...she would be just as content. Perhaps they could enjoy it, its symbolic meaning to her anyways, as the only truly tangible thing she had of the child she lost. And whether Ludo took it or not, the rabbit would stay. Keeping it would be like keeping a lost loved one with her. Though not in actuality, it was symbolic of that which no longer belonged in this world, but the next. After a few moments, Phoebe would quietly stand and retreat from the shrine, knowing she would continue to grieve for some time, and never truly be over this loss, but feeling more content than she had before. Her child's soul rested with Mort. They knew her love for them and that they'd not be forgotten. There was nothing else she could wish or want for that did not break all laws of life and death itself. So Phoebe would return home, and light a little candle for them there, as instructed. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself