attn: Orkneys

[agravaiting]

Agravain has come to his brothers' house in a surprisingly and uncharacteristically quiet fashion; Laurel's body is cradled in his arms, though he holds her in a way that suggests he is unused to holding anyone like this. His rough-cast face looks rougher for the scowl, almost bleak

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[sirbeaumains]

"You don't have to knock," Gareth says, opening the door. "You can just--" He stops. "--what happened?"

[agravaiting]

In a stern voice that does not brook argument, "Get out here. Help me bury my wife."

[sirbeaumains]

"Why-- what--?" He steps outside at once.

[agravaiting]

"Because she's dead, daufi. I want your help."