Delita held firm to the princess' hand, drawing strength from her warmth. He gives his attention to the living, focusing upon his friend.

"She was too young, but I'm glad for you to have seen her."

He let his gaze drift over to his sister, ready to finally accept her death. It pleased him that he was able to share this moment with Ashelia.

Finally at peace, his frown began to disappear even if he wasn't quite ready to smile.