<strong>Lilial Ambersight</strong><br/><br/>The elf winced at the description of how the professor had died and then nodded, her tone speaking of sympathy. "I...see.  Such is horrible luck, of course, but I suppose that if a gust of wind can drop an old rotten tree on one of the guards we were traveling with, such could happen with a gargoyle as well.  But...well, unless Ms. Devonshire has questions of her own, may I ask your permission to leave my things here for the duration of the funeral?  I promise that I won't leave them for more than the evening.  I just don't wish to take the mule to a funeral.  Such would be disrespectful to his memory."<br/><br/>Pausing, Lilial glanced at Celeste to see how the...unusual other was going to react.  Not that she really was too concerned.  She was mostly curious how the other woman had known the Professor.  And she firmly sat on the impulse to examine<em>both</em>of the women more thoroughly.  She knew better, given the situation.