A look of shock passed over Nalia's face and mixed with her grief.  Theon buried his face in Nalia's dress and bawled.  Nalia kneeled by her father's bedside as tears rolled down her face.  She struggled to stay strong for her younger siblings, but it was too hard.  She couldn't grieve for too long though; her family needed her, they were orphans now, and she was the closest thing they had to a parent.  She turned to look at Damien; he was the man of the house now. She saw a conviction in his eyes she did not want to see.  He should be planning on earning an income to keep the family afloat, not dreaming about a fool's errand.  Yet she knew he would not abandon their father's dying wish.  [color=a187be]"What do we do now?"[/color] she asked, afraid of the answer she would hear.