Mina stares blankly ahead until the procession reaches the weirwood. She nimbly leaps off the horse and gathers her brother's body into her arms. At the base of the tree right underneath the ageless face, she carefully lays out her brother with his arms spread slightly, his hands resting upon the tree roots. The ease which she does this is morbidly disturbing, as it's obvious she has done this too many times before. Her lips move quickly in soft prayer in an ancient tongue. The body of her brother starts to decompose and deteriorate rapidly before your eyes. When she is done with her prayer several hours later, his bones are merely a dusty outline in front of the weirwood. She looks paler than the weirwood bark and is shaking visibly from the exertion. Suddenly, she sways to the side, her eyes rolling into her head as she falls unconscious across the dust of her brother's bones.
