The journeyman did not speak again. Only a nod given to his words and then, as he gives one of the features of his friend, she would bow her head down low in application of this gesture.

She would watch him work on his friend for a little longer. Plucking away at some feathers that he might keep as a sacred memory.

After a little time, Journey would leave the area, yet not entirely. She would take a place down river, settling in an open spot along the river bed so that she would still be able to see him and he see her. Privacy is what he needed though she made it known that she would be here for the grieving man if he so needed.