A bit nervous on how exactly to word the confession of her guilt, she felt a little more at ease with Dorian's words. He really was nice,and they had had so much fun together, it was hard not to be rather glad of his presense. It seemed like he would understand anyway, for which she was glad on him being near, and saying he wouldn't go away. It was so different for a girl who had spent a lifetime watching peoiple turn their backs without a second thought.
Hearing the question, Morana took a deep breath, and picked something up off the scarf on the ground, holding it up for Dorian to see. It was a rather delicate handmade cross by the look of it, twigs tied together to hold the shape. However, Morana had added decoration in making daisy chains, and weaing them in between teh sticks to make it stand out more.
"Th-he h-h-hole w-will m-make it s-st-tand up." she replied, carefully sticking the bottom of the cross into the ground and pulling the earth around it so it would stand up straight. "I-It's t-to m-mar-rk th-the g-grav-ve." she whispered, voiced a little shaky at the last words.