So, About That Funeral...

BASTIEN I'm all dressed up and naked I see what's mine and take it "...Hm. I may struggle to help with the more...labour-intensive parts, right now." He admitted, looking down at his arms, which shook when he picked up anything heavier than a wine glass now that age had twisted them into wrinkled, old limbs. "But...I could help to make what is there more beautiful." Bastien knew how to make things look aesthetically pleasing, could guide people to the correct placement of the items that had survived to make their homes look better in the aftermath of destruction. She was being a touch condescending, he thought; he was 32 and knew that people liked when they were listened to, but he stayed quiet. He had asked her for these instructions after all, just liked to hear her speak. "If you need my help you need only ask cara, but I would not know how to open the floor for people to come and tell me their stories. I have always fought to get mine out." His initial thought was to open confessions in the church, to invite people in to share their sins but...that was likely going to be dismissed as more ego-stroking pageantry. "Is it hopeless? Oh, I do not know how to change who I am. It was never a problem before." He whined, rubbing his face with his hand. Then suddenly he caught a glimpse of Rexanna through his fingers and slowly lowered them. "...I know it is not the time, but...you are looking...radiant today."