<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"If you wish to visit their resting place, I will accompany you," Cameron agreed, brushing the hair back from her face.  "But I am likely to cry much like this at your father's side."  His throat closed up just at the thought, and he had to fight not to fall apart in turn.  "I -- did you -- was there time to say your farewells?"  He'd not gotten that, not with any of them.  <br/>
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He pulled away -- not out of any reluctance to touch her but to brace himself against the table, his won chest heaving.  "I apologize, little one, I have not had time to process the loss myself.  Please forgive me."</span></span>