Draiss was a small distance behind her, giving her the space she needed, but also a warm, comforting presence, that of a good friend or a mate, whichever thought comforted her most. Her grief at finding her daughter was the worst, and he finally broke the distance, moving up and placing a hand on her shoulder, kneeling beside her as her grief dropped her to her knees. He was there through all of it, and helped her cope as he could, usually by just listening, though very rarely he would offer a word or two, never much, and she rarely seemed to hear him. Finally, she asked him the question, and he nodded. "Of course I would. I merely wish there was more I could do for both them and you."<br/><br/>He helped her set up the pyre, first having her pick out the location, and then using the wood from both her lair and their homes at her request to build a long, flat surface, having to resort to magicking up some wood after a while, there were far more bodies than wood for them, the dragon had been thorough in burning as much as he could. He could feel her flinch every time she passed the landing ledge near the entry to her lair, and knew that the red had raped her repeatedly on that ledge, forcing her to watch as the small village below her lair burned as she was violated. Finally done collecting and arranging the bodies, he morphed into his bronze dragon form, that of an adult, and looked at her. "Would you like the honor of sending their forms on, or should I? And would you allow me a few words?"