Daphne knew that she needed to attend Rosmerta's funeral. Although she tried to convince herself that it was only to keep up appearances, she could practically feel the weight of Miles' apparent sadness. That, and Liam seemed to really want her there, which wasn't too surprising. She wore modest (at least by her standards) black robes, and brought Nigel along in his stroller.
The ceremony had been quiet, and Liam didn't seem to want either Miles or Daphne go very far, clinging to their hands as he cried periodically. She bent down to hold him at one point, to try and calm him down a bit when his sobs got a bit too loud.
Daphne joined Miles for one drink, but the glass of wine tasted a bit bitter against her tongue. Liam had seemed to calm a bit after the ceremony ended, and that was good at least. Miles seemed deep in thought as he nursed his drink, and her hand when to his shoulder, her thumb running back and forth across the spot where his robes hid his bonding mark.
"How are you holding up?" she asked, her voice soft.