[ it's so, so hard to witness this and know there's little to do to help. even closure, even answers, won't necessarily do anything to save that sorrow, especially for someone as empathetic as meteion. his fingers tighten a little when hers does, his grip a little stronger, and as meteion trembles, he pulls the edge of his cloak up and around her, like a blanket.

good memories, huh.

vax makes a soft noise of agreement as meteion talks, and shifts a little to rest his chin on her head, noting those graying wings but saying nothing of it. ]

...I talked to him about this a little, last week. We've got something in common, me and Bu. [ as he shifts a little, he rocks her gently. ] He said...as long as someone remembers you, then you still exist, even when you're gone. I liked that: meant a lot to me, too.

So, it's gonna be up to all of us to remember him. Think you can do that?