A woman of scyfling blood stood within the comfort of her home, visage taut. "What a fulfilling life to have lived, Felix Weiss. We all must go eventually- though some in more impactful ways than others. I hope you do not feel pain, for not being there longer. Your dottir shall be well, she will nejt suffer alone. For she has both Weiss and Colborn now. Carolus will care for Sierra, we know this well." A tall glass of goat milk was filled then, downed in a hefty swig in honor of that fallen warrior.