"Mmmm, mmmm-- mhm?"

Kat is engaged in the act of sitting on a hill just a little ways above her Servant, taking a brush to Berserker's hair and making it glisten in the fading light while her eyes flutter closed, open, closed, and open again in short and happy little bursts. It is not that she has forgotten the urgency of this moment or of the job she'd wound up tasked with. It's just that, when the sun gives you scritchies, the only proper thing to do is take a second to enjoy them.

She looks over at Caster after a moment and offers him a little shrug.

"Well sure, right? I mean, what else is there to say at the end?"

Berserker stiffens when Kat's brush hits a knot toward her tips. Kat tenses, ready to spring into action, but everything quickly settles down again. The first kindling for the bonfire is being lit just now; as the massive pile of unwanted things begins to catch and be consumed by the flames, the clearing is bathed in a radiant orange glow that plays off of Kat's minty hair to give the impression of syrup on ice cream. Every now and again a burst of sparks crackles across the crowd as something tips and cracks, or someone new comes up from the outside edges of the gathering to add their own goodbyes to the pile.

Up above, the sky begins to fill with flowers, singing their song with the distant rumble of thunder. There is not a cloud in the sky: it is the most beautiful sight Katherine could hope for.

"Don't worry, it's not as scary as it sounds. 'Cause, like... after goodbye there's usually room somewhere for a new hello. Y'know? Besides, all this stuff still has a home, even now. There, see? Look! It's just not ours anymore, that's all.

"Not everything's gotta be."

Far away, a fox named Cyanis sneezes with the force of a typhoon.