The gutsy preacher paused

She hardly remembered when they had done this for Pyr, but she supposed this would do, packed into a little raft with some furs, sticks packed beneath flowers to keep the stink down and soaked in enough of Ken's high-octane alcohol to wake the dead... She allowed herself a little smirk, if only it worked like that...

She'd hardly been sober since they'd reached the island, but sober enough that she could do this for her brother. Modesty was a fucking wreck, in true form for her though, Deluge couldn't be too bitter about it. She'd sent her seagull out to try and find Flurry, just in case she wanted to show her face. The sun was setting and it was almost time.

She raised her bottle in a final salute and downed what was left as she started to push the raft into the water. No point burning half the beach down with him. Once he was on his way, they would throw their torches from the beach and she could get properly blackout drunk.

"speech"