Marmalade was jolted awake by a scream. She reached for her scythe, only to realize it was across the room. She hadn't meant to fall asleep, meaning to use the stones again. Once Veragwen had taken the White-Silver one, however, it seemed like they were going to have to wait until later today.
With a fluid motion, Marmalade swung her legs from the bed to the floor. Caelyn had suggested speaking some words for the departed and listened to Veragwen, her brows furrowed.
"You shouldn't think like that, Veragwen. Its not your fault they died." she said, struggling to not walk over and slap her, "All we can do is look forward and try to avenge them. We all know this wasn't an accident. We should focus on the enemy for the moment."
Marmalade huffed and sauntered across the room to her scythe. She was about to grab it, but figured supporting Caelyn or Nayash would be more Important. So Marmalade walked back and spoke to Caelyn.
"Can you stand?"