No parent should have to bury their child

Tana quietly mentioned how her first two were never awarded the luxury of burial. Rhyme tried not to picture the demise of two innocent little newborns. He focused on Tana's actions as she revealed her thankfulness that Darilnor didn't suffer their fate. He nodded, tears bouncing loose from his eyes as he did so. She gently took the bundle from its resting place and lowered him into the grave.

He stood vigil over the pair as Tana bid her silent goodbye's. He looked out over the rapids to give her privacy before she eventually stepped back. He took in a deep breath and touched his nose to the fur wrapped around his body. It all felt so unfair. He closed his eyes for a moment, grieving silently but not fearlessly. The drops soaked into the rabbit fur before he lifted his dark head.

"Go well into the next life." He whispered softly into the wind. The same thing he had said before his final goodbye to Ryden, the boy he'd fought with as a slave. Rhyme sat back, offering his support to Tana before beginning to fill the hole back with dirt.