Oliver, Odeile, and Vamira set to work to put the old Crownseeker to rest. Oliver and Odeile crafted a basic litter, which they used to carry Crane’s body to a patch of softer earth, away from the gully filled with corpses.
They made the trip in somber silence, each holding an end of the litter. Oliver’s numb and weary mind kept coming back to one thought. ‘He’s so light.’
Vamira, who had retrieved a shovel from somewhere in the wreckage near the wagons, had dug most of the grave before they arrived.
Oliver watched her in amazement. She worked with tireless efficiency, heedless of the long dress she wore, now stained with mud and dirt from her efforts. He lowered himself into the grave to help. She gave him the smallest dip of her chin, which he returned awkwardly. Then, together, they continued to dig.