"Y'know, my mother kind of told me the same thing," Luly says, and she sinks slowly towards the floor, pulling Lafiel next to her - and still supporting her if she needs it.

The woman's voice lilts up, accent twisting a little in a half-conscious imitation. "Do you think the fallen would have wanted you to be sad when you think of them? No! You go cry for yourself, girl, but don't you dare think they'd want you crying for them."