Olivia, as she always seemed to do when out and about, wandered away from her brothers. She loved them a great deal, but she was feeling restless and needed to move about. There was something about funerals or perhaps just grief in general, that made her restless. The last funeral she had been to was that of her own father, that had been difficult but at least since it was her father she was able to sneak out into the garden for a few moments. Someone at the time, she could not remember who, said to her that she wanted to run away from death. She wasn't sure about that, but she knew she was compelled to move about.
Finding one of her close friends she came up to stand beside her, her eyes watching the crowd. "A little close in here." she said merely to be saying something. She wanted to find Daphne and give her a hug and tell her that life goes on, even without fathers, but the two were not that close. She could also remember others trying to comfort her when she had lost her father, they had meant well, but it had done nothing but make her angry. She was thankful that Lizzie had yet to experience the pains of losing a father, and she hoped her friend would have many more years before that happened.