[ How many days has she been here now? They're running together, the disorienting daylight and fog combining with everything else to throw her completely off-balance. It's been a struggle to keep her focused professionalism in place while dealing with the stares and fear in people's eyes, but she's faced it all with her usual determination.

Well, not all. There's one thing she hasn't managed yet. But it's time. She can't keep putting it off any longer.

Making her way slowly through the small cemetery attached to the church, it doesn't take long to find the markers that stand out among the rest. Carefully, she brushes snow from each, until finally— ]

La'an Noonien-Singh
Loyal Friend, Bold Explorer
& Steadfast Protector
Sic itur ad astra


[ Something tightens in her chest and she can only stare at those words carved into the wooden marker, her stoic mask beginning to slip and show the distress etched beneath. ]