We live to dance another day

He would stand beside her loyally and supportively as she tried to collect her thoughts, obviously taking their deaths very hard. Not that he could blame her. Losing his mother had turned his world upside down, but it had also brought him to his wife. He'd nuzzle her softly as she brought her head back down from the summons. This would be the hardest part he hoped. After goodbye life would go on. It always did and it always would. He'd sigh softly as he sat back on his haunches, watching as Varda quickly found her way to the funeral. Would she realize what was going on? They were still a bit too young to have remembered their grandparents. They were rather young when Novel and Dutiron had grown ill. He would wink silently at his daughter, glad to be able to interact with his family once again, and sad to know that Novel and Dutiron never would again.