Even though she knew the man was dead, Zarrah's heart went out to him. To see the expression, so clearly on his face, even now, after it had been - what, nearly a day since they had met him and gone on their journey..
Still, she felt a kinship and turned her eyes back towards the hut.
"So he really is gone?" she repeated, and part o fher felt the need to see it for herself. She kept her eyes upon the hut before declaring, "I'd like to see the body now." And then she added, as she took a step forward, "Alone."
This was something personal to her, something not even she could understand- and the one man that tried to explain it to her was dead. Nothing more.
Making her way back towards the hut, she entered into his place to hwere the in-scents were fading and his body- just appearing as if he were asleep.
Hesitantly, she approached, and knelt down beside him, studying his form with interest. Yes.. he really did look as if he were just sleeping..
but was he dead? A touch to his skin confirmed he was stiff with death, and chilling already. But even still, as she lowere dher head.. she had to wonder..
would he just awaken tomorrow with the fall of the moon?