Libera nodded, unsure of how any of this worked. The last time she'd arranged a funeral it had been Aurelia's, and she wondered if it was the same for Honos. (She hadn't always kept in touch with Honos after they broke up, so there were large patches of his life here in America she knew nothing about. There had been no bitterness in their break up - at least not on her part - but without a child to tie her down anymore Libera had to keep moving. And in some ways, perhaps she wanted to forget about the little family they'd made since it hurt so much to lose it.)
She relaxed into Honos' arms, turning enough so that she could look at his face. She reached over and brushed the hair from his forehead and wondered what they would do later, when the sun came up, when they had to deal with this all.
It seemed awful to think about and so instead, quietly and a little helplessly, Libera said, "kiss me."