Giggle stared at the stone, and her heart dropped. Whatever she'd been thinking before, it was gone now, lost in a torrent of grief and disbelief that threatened to pitch her head-over-muck-soaked-paws back into gibbering, fragmented madness. She let out a short, choked sound, and then a single word, hoarsely-spoken.

"Yes." She waited a moment, hoping they would respect her wishes. Hoping they would turn away, and give her some distance as she did her best to view what would undoubtedly be horrible.

Slowly, Giggle lowered herself to lay before the stone--then pulled it closer with her paws, and settled her head to rest over it, dark eyes closing. She lay as if curled up to an old friend, as if seeking comfort--or offering it. Quietly, she spoke, her voice barely a whisper and deeply choked with feeling. "I am sorry, Azazel. I am sorry I was not there for you. I am sorry I was lost in myself, when you needed me. I am sorry, Bone King. I will do my best to see your bones put to proper rest. A rest... that I hope you have found." Grief sent her already-masculine murmur into a quiet, deep rasp, near sobs. It required all her focus merely to say these few words, but Azazel-... He deserved that respect.

He deserved better.

"Show me what happened, if you think it important, Bone King. It is all I can do for you, now." Grief-stricken, she remained lying over the stone, trembling slightly as she focused on her own, and on his. On the connection between them; the connection between all things. As she felt her magic brimming quietly up, answering to her as easily as it ever did, she repeated, softly, "Show me."

Giggle lapsed into a long silence, motionless, her eyes still closed.

The only sign of life was the sudden cry of the Hallowed Caller overhead.

For a long while she was silent; what she saw was... surprisingly anti-climactic. A flurry of white feathers. A single sharp cry of "Dad!"--Eythan's voice, she thought. There was no long gurgle of blood, no battle, no last words. Just a brief instant, the flurry, and nothing.

She let out a ragged sigh and stood. She had seen, at least, the place where he had fallen. Given what the others had said, his bones had been moved, but-... She had to look.

"Where was he buried?" she called to Azazel's son, quietly hoarse.

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ROLL THE BONES

@Eythan

As Bones offered himself and Eythan to give her space, the hybrid had no choice but to really respect it, backpedaling some distance and watching from afar, silence deafening. He had done this. The blood was on his claws---the hyena's broken mourning of his fault. Quietly, he wished he had looked into his father's pleading eyes, clawed above the din of whirling wind around himself. He could have stopped, could have prevented his mistake.

But, he didn't.

Now, he was here, hiding it beneath layers and layers of blame. He blamed it on his brother's false avarice, clinging to the belief that he'd never be found out except by himself. Tears stung at his eyes, his eyes casting down to his feet. He wiped them into his shoulder. "I-I'm sorry again," he murmured to the painted dog, wherever he was. "I could've stopped this." Not a day went by that he didn't regret what he had done, but he had come to hide behind some aegis of nobody knowing. That shield had shattered, cutting through his skin as shrapnel flew. It came back full-force through just witnessing one single consequence. Carni had been oddly accepting and had provided no comfort or punishment. This was different.

He jolted slightly as he realized the hyena had been addressing him, tensing up involuntarily. "I think in the center of the pool in Canis. But it was so long ag---I don't know if they're still there." he gurgled softly through grief, praying that they had rotted away.

@Bones