She was still stunned when he placed a claw on her head and mouthed the words that symbolically transferred his title to her before drifting off to a fitful sleep, one from which he would never awaken. Amelia had taken the entire ordeal very hard. Shortbeak did her best to console her, but she refused to be comforted. In time, this turned into a melancholic depression from which she never seemed to emerge. Gone were the days of her playful, scatterbrained shenanigans and her interminable lectures that seemed to hop from one thing Shortbeak didn’t know nor care about to another. She missed those days.