With her dark eyes glazed with tears, Mekoa told Ristina, "I know not of a proper burial to your people, but to the Shadows, we free the honored, so that they have the quickest way to the Black God." She began hefting two of the closest bodies onto her shoulder and carried another on her other arm, her strength bellied her slender stature. After she and her task had laid them out in a straight line, she drew a six pointed star on their foreheads and sealed it by kissing her fingertips. Drawing up some of her power, Mekoa touched their confused souls so she might help them make peace and find their way to the Black God. The souls were hesitant at first, but agreed to forgiveness after Mekoa told them the reason for their deaths. One by one, wispy orbs of all shapes and sizes floated into the clouds. Blues, oranges, pinks, purples, greens, and a single yellow danced under the grey sky. When the last one faded past the grey clouds, Mekoa felt some of her energy drain out of her. Guthriekai brought his massive shoulder to her side, and she sagged against it like a rag doll. She needed sleep, but they had a long ways to go yet.