[Estelle]

Gingerfrost stepped back after giving the fallen apprentice, now warrior, a name. He knew these weren't the usual words, nor the usual circumstances - but she deserved it. Kestrelskies had worked to get as far as she'd come, and if anyone deserved a warrior name before passing, it was her. He allowed space for Lilycreek, Birdpaw and Nightspark to grieve. He didn't want to impose, and as much some part of him wanted to watch over them, matters needed to be tended to.
"...Once your wounds have been treated, will you be able to handle her burial?"
He spoke in a low, careful voice to the Lionheart, Nightspark. He looked to him, eyes searching the feline for answers -- if he couldn't, then Gingerfrost could handle it himself. He just wanted to give the grieving ones a chance to privately say goodbye to their dear friend; he himself... He preferred to keep his distance from burials.

After receiving some form of answer from the Lionheart, Gingerfrost had to tear himself away from Krestelskies' side. His gaze was solemn as he slowly stepped away, swallowing the lump that was forming in his throat. But he had matters to tend to. An exile to question. Turning away with a last respectful nod, he searched for the cat in question: Snowfall.
"What are you doing back here?"
Finding the cat, he approached her with a now serious gaze, eyes locking on the exile's form.


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