[ And all Bruno can do is stand by and watch, sharing in that same grief and tears even though he's outside the memory itself, only looking in. He isn't sure if the memory brings tears to his eyes or his own soft heart, although he would suspect it's both.
He's glad to see Urianger with those who share in his loss, able to grieve with those closest to him, but in the same thought, he wishes whatever must have happened had never done so.
Losing someone so dear... and she must have been, this Moenbryda.
What a strange vision for the forest to offer, with so many mixed emotions. ]
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He's glad to see Urianger with those who share in his loss, able to grieve with those closest to him, but in the same thought, he wishes whatever must have happened had never done so.
Losing someone so dear... and she must have been, this Moenbryda.
What a strange vision for the forest to offer, with so many mixed emotions. ]