"I'm a creature of habit, much like yourself." She answered, surprisingly calm and collective, showing a stillness and politeness almost polar opposite to the visitor, "Whenever one of my pupils die, I send them off in the way of my people. It's almost finished now." She said softly. She expected the half man half beast to hear even though a normal human could not. She cupped both hands in the clear fountain. Had David been one in touch with the elements as she was, he would have been water. Diana had been water, as had Richard, and Rebecca. Long ago had their souls been laid to rest. Water is flexible, and giving, but also with the strength to carve paths in mountains. Slow, stubborn, steady. She whispered a few words into the water in Darconic, watching as the water began to float away into the skies. The rite was finished, David's soul now among the halls of the great warriors.