The Ame stands at the foot of the grave of Aelthus after his departed. he huff's with a quiver in his voice "You would have made a good Son in law" He chuckles to himself. The Ame kneels down over the ground and rest down a pot of lavender "I shall be watching, as you shall be watching your oe'mii from where ever you are" The Ame sighs his shoulders slumping down "A dark period had casted the shadow over your shoulders Aelthus but no more is the weight being burred on your shoulder" He would crack a small smile his hand patting the ground "You lived a good live but no its time for you to rest and be at peace, farewell friend" The Ame pushes himself to his feet and walks away his forest green cloak swaying in the wind as his smell of lavender fills the air subtly