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Qebhet (coolwaters) wrote in nevermore_logs,

It was a question Qebhet couldn't possibly answer, and yet there was a plea in Melpomene's voice that she couldn't close her heart to, the words like bloodied fingertips floundering for purchase against a sheer, high rock face.

What did Melpomene need? Why had she come here, of all places? Why confide these things to a stranger and not to her sisters, her family?

Maybe because she found it easier to unburden her grief with somebody she would never have to face again. Some people felt that way.

Maybe because it was here that Ronan's earthly journey had ended. She had said she wished she'd been able to mourn over his body.

"Your people and mine both have a tradition of offering libations to the dead," Qebhet suggested, her voice gentle. "Even though his body is no more, the connection you shared was such a strong one. Perhaps... it might help both of you to pour him libations in the place where he died? You might give yourself time to tell him the things you wish you had said."