Deifilia was carried back outside and the others took Magdalena's body to bury. The dirt was wet and sticky from the rain. Valora sutured her wound even though it won't do any good now. "If only I could heal mortal wounds and close large wounds," she blamed her lack of power.
They laid her body over the cloak and near the hole. One of his men went to remove the cloak. "Let it be buried with her," Carlos looked at the raggedy dress underneath the cloak. "She is one of ours and she deserves the respect of a fellow Deimian."
She was buried under a pine tree, its leaves needle-like and its canopy conical. Valora's eyes went towards the oak, the place where Ana was buried. A chill ran through her spine and her heart ached. "Two deaths in a single day." Her mind ran back, to the time when she was with Woodrow and the others.
