Rather than break the sanctity of the farplane, Delita paused but a moment before entering. He reached out his hand in support to Ashelia should she wish it, before passing through the familiar archway.

Conscious of the other guests, he led them to an empty corner and stood there for a moment devoid of thought. He wasn't quite ready to face the fact that she was departed, never to return.

He simply looked down until a memory of he and Tietra blowing grass in the fields crept into his thoughts. As the vision formed in the pyreflies, he clung to the last few moments of denying her eternal death with a low murmer, "Tietra."