Celia Tyrell's demise was an unfortunate thing indeed -- an unfortunate, messy, ill-timed thing, and now the slight disturbance had been changed into something that could be categorically called an uproar.
Matthrew's servant announced Kyra, and he indicated that she should be allowed to enter. She came into the room, black mourning attire nearly engulfing her. Once he gave instruction for them not to be disturbed and the door shut behind the servant, he said, "Black never was your colour."