Death in a deathless place is still holy, yet that does not mean that it is loved.

The moment when the drone dies is distinct. In one moment she is holding a drone, and in the next she is holding a body.

It doesn't fall apart. Bodies should, shouldn't they? It's still as it is, because one of the daughters of Artemis (like Bella) has done her sacred duty. Still. Limp. Empty.

Ember doesn't shiver. She doesn't make a face. She closes her eyes for a moment, and then she opens them. Then she sets the empty shell down on the bed, carefully, cradling the head on its broken neck.

She squats. Takes up the suit jacket again. Digs in a pocket until she finds the two coins down at the bottom.

"We summoned a monster of the void," she says, voice neutral and steady, as she lays the coins down. "I was the bait, and the ritual demanded that Liquid Bronze come and save me. But Love brought me here instead, and now... I'm alone. No pack, no ship. And if I don't make my way towards the bridge, then everything we did to call that Angelshark here will... I have to make my way up to him. But I can get you to a shuttle first."

The [i]sir[/i] is unspoken.