It takes a funeral to make you feel alive

With her mother's soul seemingly accepting this ritual, going forth onto the afterlife with the faintest of smiles on her lips, Serene slowly began to come down off the emotionally and spiritually draining ritual. As the lights began to settle back into the gloom of how the Shrine first appeared to them, the fawn woman would fall back on her haunches, exhausted. It could visibly be seen that the energy had been zapped from the woman, as her body sank further back and her breathing was still irregular. But in her amber eyes is where most of the toll could be seen. Her amber eyes once bright and full had dulled back, for what reason no one could be certain. But to Serene, it was a sign that the ritual had been successful. Finally, she turned to Branch. "Mother should have passed on now... she will be at peace."

She was tired now, and in a bit of a haze, but she did not fret because Branch was still here. Her closest friend, whom she felt the safest around. "Thank you... for being here Branch." Slowly did the blonde fae move to lean her body against his; leaning her head against his frame if he would allow it. The weight she had been feeling since her mother's death was finally gone, but it had taken much out of her to do it. If she rested, she could be better by morning, but resting out in the open in her state would not be the best of ideas. She turned to Branch, a bit curious and concerned about how he was and his thoughts. "So, do you think I'm crazy now?"