Amandine hated funerals but she had attended simply because Lysander had asked her to. She would have felt bad if she had not gone, keeping him company when he appeared to need her. His family were still probably in shock over his return and he would need someone who, well, was not.
She remained at his side smiling when needed and nodding when asked questions or spoken to. She had not forgotten her manners as a Baroness, nor her social expentancies and so she was the perfect little escort. Seen and not necessarily heard.