Sleep, what little sleep would come still wasn't quite enough for the dragoness, but she had work to do.

Quietly leaving the lair, with a silver guard in tow, solomn faced the silver was, he knew.

He knew why she was going out again, why they were going out, the morbid search.

The search for her son's body, closure, perhaps, or a bit more, her mind still reeling with grief.

It was possible.., if she could find him, there was a slim chance her family could revive him, though he'd most likely be reborn as a hatchling, still..

It was better than being dead. Wingpouch still tucked against her side, she found only a few golden scales that had once been his, Zyloh's.., her son..

It was hard, and she suffered through it, distancing herself from others.

Fine at first, happy, then the thoughts, the memories, the reminders.

A mother's love was strong.

Even if they couldn't revive him, closure.

A body to find.

Still..she searched.