[A haven... it's hard to imagine anywhere being safe, if his friends can be turned into... this. But it's... something, at least. He nods, and carefully folds up the blanket he was sleeping on, putting it into a nearby pack. At least that seems to have made it through. He turns and looks at the blanket that holds what used to be Nina, and picks it up, holding as much of her remains in it as he can.]
[It's only fitting that the princess of Wyndia's remains go to the wind, right? And so he walks over near the edge of the rock and flicks the ash out into the empty space, letting whatever wind or gravity there is take her. He heads back and brushes the others off of their small blankets, and puts all the blankets in the bag.]
[He pulls his sword off the side of the bag, and fixes it to his belt, before shouldering the bag and nodding.]
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[It's only fitting that the princess of Wyndia's remains go to the wind, right? And so he walks over near the edge of the rock and flicks the ash out into the empty space, letting whatever wind or gravity there is take her. He heads back and brushes the others off of their small blankets, and puts all the blankets in the bag.]
[He pulls his sword off the side of the bag, and fixes it to his belt, before shouldering the bag and nodding.]
... Okay.