Gwendolyn's throat clammed tightly shut as she watched Cameron crumble to the floor before her father. But rather than attempt to placate or soothe his pain with meaningless words, she took small shuffling steps forward, shaking hands placing flowers atop each bier for each family member. As she walked from one to the other, her hand would smooth over the stone caskets-- almost as if she were caressing them. Dutifully, she removed the old, wilted flowers from visits past and placed them in a small bundle on the ground to take out before they left.<br/><br/>It was only when her work was finished did she come to kneel next to Cameron. Her breath trembling and tears already threatening her eyes, she scooped him close to her, one hand in his hair. His sobs racked through her body as she tried to remained a bastion for him, but it was hard. She had been alone in her grief, and to be with someone who loved them nearly as much as she did only served to remind her what a deep, bone-cutting loss this was for their kingdom and for them.<br/><br/>Sniffling, she hugged Cameron's head. "They loved you. They still do. And they watch over us now."