Sabine opted to take the approach of paying her respects in silence beside Peiter. There was nothing she wished to add that had not already been mentioned.

While a tear escaped Sabine's eye, she looked surprised when Peiter said his last sentence. She started to follow him, but stopped a short distance away with her fingers clasped in her other hand nervously. This was something that they should probably work out themselves.

Uthri looked up at Peiter cautiously, though Gallus' reaction to Peiter's hand was not immediate. He continued to breathlessly cry into Uthri's shoulder for a moment before bringing one hand up to take Peiter's. At that, he silenced himself.

Gallus lifted his head and turned to see Peiter, revealing his red, swollen eyes and tear-slicked face. His lips were tensed open in sadness, but upon seeing Peiter's face, they closed and Gallus held on tight. "My boy Peiter," he croaked, his blocked nose distorting his consonants. "As hard as it is for me to admit, you know as well as I do that I owe you an apology. I don't expect you to forgive me, but I have no excuse avoid making amends." Gallus managed a sad smile. "We will talk when I'm not a blubbering mess, how does that sound?"

Meanwhile, Tzirret was already weeping as he approached the shrine. He had made something on the side during the trip back to Orcrest that he knelt down to place with the shrine. It was a bone disc, barely the size of his palm. On one side was a picture of Irenya's face in profile, carved and painted simply with natural pigments. He propped the disc up against the paw of the wooden wolf. "You taught this one a lot, Irenya." Tzirret stammered as he continued, for the first time in a while. "Tzirret...m-misses you so much."