Anaya pressed her lips together to bite off the angry retort that wanted to come at his demand that they move on without him.   He wouldn't survive alone.  But she recognized his anger for the grief that it was and remained in stoic silence instead as he began to weep.  After a few minutes, she responds to his request and wordlessly begins helping him dig at the sand to bury the little girl.  It is a silent vigil when they are through and the other girls Anaya traveled with watched from a slight distance bemused expressions on their faces as they watched a different side of Anaya.  They would not have expected her to stay after his outburst, let alone help with the burial.  Anaya felt that something should be said and so, in a rare moment of deliberate reminiscence, she allowed her mind to go back.  Words came to her from somewhere, though she was not foolish enough to let her mind pin-point where.  "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust... When I was a child, I spake as a child... And the innocent will be welcomed into heaven's arms..."  She could think of nothing further, at least nothing further that she considered practical.  She waited for a few more moments for Shawn to have his time to grieve, though inwardly she was chafing to get moving again.<br/><br/>The remaining girls were growing very impatient and Christina moved to Anaya's side whispering roughly, "We can't stay here Rowe.  That black....<span style="font-style: italic">shit</span>may come after us again.  We have to get to the city while we still can."  Anaya gave Christina a side-long glance and held up a finger for pause.  Christina exhaled in irritation and stalked a few steps away putting her hands on her hips.  Anaya studied Shawn's face judging if he was ready now to move on or if there was more he wanted to say to his sister.