Marcie nodded, and held her breath as the shroud was lowered. Seeing his face was- She blinked quickly against tears, and bit the inside of her cheek.
He was pale, very pale, but then she knew he had lost a lot of blood. His face being so still wasn't right either. He was always watching, always thinking, and then that burst of a sweet smile just for her- Carefully, she lifted one hand to rest on his forehead. He didn't feel like he'd felt when she'd seen him newly dead. He was hard and cold and entirely wrong. Someone had done a good job at touching him up, but he was still dead.
But he was still Tragos. She leaned in to press a kiss to his temple, stroking her hand over his hair.
"I'm going to look after you," she murmured, and glanced up at Qebhet. "He believed in Ares until the end. I want to send him off with a blessing."