<strong>Celeste Devonshire</strong><br/><br/>The pale elf listens quietly to Lilial's tale and nods slightly, pondering for a moment once she has finished.  She speaks softly once more, "he was a...teacher of many things."  She looks in the direction of the house she was told to go to and continues, "including self acceptance."  Her gaze drifts back to the shining and noble elf once more, lingering for a moment and then shrugging slightly.  As Lilial began towards the house, she followed, gently leading the mule with her to the door.<br/><br/>The shining and noble elf took care of the greeting again.  Likely for the best as most tended to look askance when Celeste made introductions.  She simply nods slightly to the lady of the house, looking about at the estate and listening.  The professor had seemed such a...worldly man.  It was strange to think of him coming from this rather plain and pedestrian place.  That had always seemed the way of the professor, though.  Surprising in unsuspecting ways.<br/><br/>She paused, though, at the shining and noble elf's turn on the device.  She, herself, was of two minds in such regard.  Obviously the device was somewhat sentient, which tended to lead her to pondering the nature of the thing.  Golems and other items of manufacture were hardly sentient, nor did they possess souls.  Undead, at least the more civilized ones, are sentient and do have souls, however...tenuous their attachment to the mortal shell.  Celeste was sentient and still uncertain about the state of her soul, though obviously, her ladyship believed she had a soul, as did her mother and father.  She still had moments of doubt, personally, but she simply took it as a matter of faith that Calistria wouldn't answer the prayers of a soulless being.<br/><br/>Which, of course, still left the device.  She considered to herself at length while the elf pointed out to it the way to go, how one would go about answering such a question.  Considering it for oneself was one thing...considering it for another, though, caused her significantly more thought and more allowance for ideas and concepts that she would be loathe to apply to herself.<br/><br/>At the end, though, it appeared that the shining and noble elf had had enough with the machine and returned to their host.  At length, Celeste bows deeply to the lady of the house and slowly rises once more.  "I am Celeste, of the house of Devonshire.  My family sends their condolences.  He shall be missed."