<strong>Celeste Devonshire</strong><br/><br/>Taking the comment as an invitation, Celeste took the pack that she had been carrying into one of the rooms of the house and gently closed the door, taking the opportunity to remove her armor and clean up somewhat.  A damp cloth and a few moments alone were sufficient to remove at the least the grossest of grime that tended to gather on the road.<br/><br/>When she stepped out of the borrowed chambers a few minutes later, she wore the formal vestments of a cleric of Calistria.  Whereas most would likely wear yellow with a smattering of black, her skin tone did not lend itself well to such colors.  Instead, her robes were predominately black with yellow edging, seams and lacing, giving her a somewhat more severe appearance than the usual colors.  On the other hand, the cut and style of the robes were at least the par of the more usual styles, favoring generally lighter weight fabrics and a deeply cut neck, with a loose, almost golden yellow sash about her waist, giving the general feel of waspishness.  The outfit was completed with a pair of soft skinned riding boots and the holy symbol of her faith hanging so as to draw the eye to the proud display of her chest.  She holds her whip in hand, pondering a moment as to whether to bring it or not before finally setting it with the rest of her items in the room and closing the door.<br/><br/>Attending with the other two women to the small ceremony, she listens to the ceremony with quiet respect.  The temple may not be of her faith, nor was the professor, but this was where he chose to be, and these were the people that were to mourn his passing.<br/><br/>She allows all of the others to speak their peace in her absolute silence, nodding once or twice at particular comments, but remaining still otherwise.  As it becomes apparent, though, that no others were to speak, she finally moves to speak, quietly stepping to the front of the group and standing in silence for several moments as to prepare herself, gazing on the casket that would carry and protect the mortal flesh of the professor's body.<br/><br/>"I...cannot say anything so impressive as others have.  The professor and I...did not meet in those ways."  She took a deep breath to still herself before continuing on.<br/><br/>"He was...in some ways the father I needed.  He...taught me to live.  He told me what I needed to hear."  She pauses a moment more, as if collecting herself for another foray before continuing.  "He was a teacher par excellence.  Not simply of academic matters, but of the heart and of life.  Those who knew him are both made more for having known him, and lessened by his loss."  She bows her head and closes her eyes a moment before opening them once more and stepping back to where she had been before.