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It didn't take all that long for the man to pass. Zora waited, just to make sure, but she felt his rattling breath slow and the heave to a stop. She had learned some time ago that there was a whole before a living being became just a body- a creature into an object. She waited for that moment, when his body felt empty and no longer circulated any of the warmth she was giving. His fur felt cool, but not entirely cold. He became a shell.

She rose and began working on a nice grave. It took a while, and her frame wasn't entirely built for it, but some time, after much effort, it was done and Hyperion was laid to rest and buried- Zora's final comfort.