"I... wasn't even thinking about that," he admitted faintly, realizing now that Ronin had mentioned it the danger he had been in. He took another shaking breath and then shook his head in disbelief. "How many are there?" The question was likely rhetorical, but it was easier to focus on than the lost friend who had disappeared beneath the earth. The shovel slid from his shoulder, thinking against the ground at his feet and he leaned on it, his face bleak as he stared down into the hole that marked the fiery Queen's grave.
"It doesn't seem possible," he said softly. "She was so... so fierce. So strong." He shivered again, shaking hands tightening on the shovel before he looked over to Ronin, blue eyes red-rimmed and face haggard with grief and illness. "Should there be a memorial? She was a Queen, but... more importantly, she was a friend."
"It doesn't seem possible," he said softly. "She was so... so fierce. So strong." He shivered again, shaking hands tightening on the shovel before he looked over to Ronin, blue eyes red-rimmed and face haggard with grief and illness. "Should there be a memorial? She was a Queen, but... more importantly, she was a friend."
