Honoring the  tradition, Sarytha remained silent while Father Grimburrow spoke, laying the late professor to rest and honoring his name with his sermon, and paid close attention as his daughter did the same, recounting tales of his exemplary kindness. There was an odd curiosity towards the proceedings, if only because she hadn't experienced a funeral before now.  Given the chance to speak of her own experiences, Sarytha took the stage and recited the tales of their combined efforts and experiences, owing her life to the professor's curiosity and kindness in taking her in as she was, eventually finishing and wiping her eyes, the finality of the death finally slamming into her like a truck...or a tidal wave. Taking a seat, she held in what tears she could, sniffling as she waited for the event to conclude.