The nymph nods.<em>Of course. Take your time. I'll see what I can do for the flora of this island,</em>she replies, seemingly as interested in that topic, as she is in Draiss.<br/><br/>They arrived at her home, the barrier having been removed, and later replaced, already, albeit intended to be broken fairly easily, by those who know how, such as Draiss. It's clear that other metallics have been here, and cleaned up the worst of the damage; the bodies have been carefully laid out in rooms near the front of the lair, concealed beneath sheets, or other devices, and preserved with Gentle Repose spells, as best they could. Many were still mangled beyond recognition, and had already begun to decay, by the time they were located, but it was the thought that mattered. The bloodsplatters and other signs of battle had been cleaned up and repaired, as well; it almost looked livable.<br/><br/>Ashara moved slowly through her old home, letting the tears flow freely, as she touched possessions of old friends, or, worse, encountered their bodies, spending numerous hours grieving and mourning the dead, quietly sharing stories of their lives, and their home, here, with Draiss, as a means of coping. Nearly a day after their arrival, she finally says, softly, "Will you help me prepare the funeral pyre?"