His answer was so simple that she felt no need to ask questions as far as that went. The tar now made sense to her and she was more than a little fascinated by the process that she was about to witness.
Noting the motion for her to sit, she did just that, just enough back to not be in his way should he have to move around, but close enough to still observe him as he worked, as he meticulously laid the bones out, rebuilding the doe who had perished.
That he knew how to do this, was awe inspiring and she wondered how he learned. It was something she would ask later. Now, was not the time. She sat silently, and merely watched. It was when he finally finished, the cracking of his neck and the surprise on his face as he realized she was still there, that had her moving a little finally as well, coming a little closer to inspect the bones.
"She was attacked. I've never seen marks on bone like this, without flesh over top to know what animal attacked. Could be wolves, could be lions but either way it would seem whatever it was, got the best of her, seeing as she's missing a leg, quite probably lost after she lost her life." or so she hoped, the idea of the does leg ripped off, and her bleeding to death was a grim thought, really.
She moved to sit beside him, gently leaning against him. "Thank you. For showing me this. How you revere the no longer living, to bring them peace." there was a gentle warmth to her tone as she lightly laid her head against his neck. "I've never seen this side of death, and there is something beautiful about it. Truly." though perhaps it was his gentle caring of the dead that was beautiful. Or both. Both seemed good.
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