where do we go now

Viviane crept up to the rest of her siblings in an uncharacteristic silence, her usually-animated, bouncy self drooping from her ears to her tail as she slunk up like a beaten cur. She'd cried herself out on their mother's grave, but rather than making her feel better it simply made her feel numb. One by one her siblings had left the grave, and her, behind, until she was the only one left. She didn't, she realized, want to be alone. So she'd dragged herself to her feet and forced herself to take step after apathetic step until she reached where her siblings had gathered. Seeing them, she felt a soul-deep longing for physical contact. More than that, she wanted to help the pain that she saw stamped on each face. She plodded up to each of them, pressing herself against each sibling's shoulder and rubbing her cheek to theirs, though she didn't have the energy to climb the wall to do the same for Artur and settled for pressing her cheek to his tail where it hung down the wall, then lowered herself to the ground to lay silently in their midst, her chin on her forepaws and her woeful green eyes blinking somewhat dazedly up at them.