Ah! I understand. In that case, I'm afraid Wei Wuxian will be able to sense a great deal of anguish, betrayal and resigned ache drenching the bones, although this energy will not fight his ministrations.

As he works his cleansing, the spirit of Izahad will manifest, and he will look down upon his remains in silent, horrified wonder, before asking Lily and Wei Wuxian if these are indeed his bones. Their answer is largely inconsequential: it is plain Izahad knows, and that seeing the burned edges of his once-uniform unsettles him.

"We were for Taravast, to steal the Lord's lady from her Attaryl witch sisters, when them who was quarreling with the Bessis. And she was for opening the gates, so we'd slip in, with her two lily hands, she said she would, said she would. She called us to come, and so she'd put the gates right. But we came, and the gates were closed. And from them walls, Attaryl and Bessis witches together, raining down fire, raining down thick tar, raining down arrows and the great burn. Saw her on the wall, our Lady. Knew her even in the dark. Saw her and met'er eye, and it's long hurt, burning, but she watched me through it. And now I'm here, and I'm watching, and I can't look away either."

He will murmur that he had never imagined his first march with an army would also be his last. He will ask Lily and Wei Wuxian to take his rusty flute and torn drum with them, as they are meant to go with a convoy, and his march has ended.

And then, his bones cleansed, he will dissolve away.



Now, Lily, I don't suppose I need to tell you to consider sharing that with the class during some later part of the month :(