No parent should have to bury their child

She knew this needed to be done, that their other infants would not survive for more than an hour without her milk. If that happened there would be more graves made too small to need made around the rock. She couldn't let it happen but here she was actually able to bury her third dead child. The first two had never been buried, no their limp bodies were devoured and what was left burned to ashes. She could remember the smell of burning flesh and remembered how horrible the sounds of Hera eating her young were. 


Her ears disappeared into her scruff from just the memory of it. Darilnor would never be subjected to the horrible fate of her first two. "I never got to bury Heracles or Diones. I'm glad he doesn't have to face their fate." she bent her neck and gently picked up the bundle that was their son. This needed to be done with. She reluctantly placed him in the tiny hole that would be his grave. Graves this small should never exist if you asked her. She took her time to place her head against Darilnor's bundle,silently crying as she bid him to the next life. 


It took several minutes before she finally placed a kiss on where his head should be and sat back to let Rhyme do what he felt he must to say good bye to the boy they would never get to know.