Leaving Arata with Meena, Zyair and Skyla went to visit Madame Maven's grave. The black dress she had adorned was simple and loose. Today she had braided her hair, she never braided it. Madame Maven used to braid her hair.
On the way, they bought some flowers for her. Skyla sat rather calmly and quietly. Zyair couldn't stop glancing at her every few seconds and being worried.
All her emotions seemed to have been locked up in the dungeon and she had thrown away the key. His wife hadn't cried or spoken much after she had asked Zyair about Doran.
Such calmness from her was terrifying Zyair. Soon they arrived at the cemetery where Madame Maven was buried. It was the same place where Skyla's parents were eternally resting as well.
Zyair helped Skyla out of the car and led her forward. She tightly clutched the flowers in her hands. Kail stayed behind to wait.
The wind had turned colder, announcing the arrival of winter.