Everything still felt so sluggish her movements slowed like she was wading through tar or placed under Heavy. Atha takes Aragibal's outstretched arm, letting him pull her out of the hole she'd literally dug herself into before she stumbles and sways two steps, axe dropping to the ground with a dull thud that is swiftly followed by Atha crumpling into a seated position on the ground.

Time must have blurred once again because to Atha it has merely been a blink and yet Aragibal is back with the mother's body. The sight is enough to make her start as he drops into the grave. "Wait! Search her. For trinkets, anything of personal value."

Ara's search manages to turn up a delicate silver bracelet, and a small pearl with Menphina's symbol carved into it. Another blink and Ara is placing them both into her hand, his hand dwarfing hers, and hers dwarfing the bracelet and the pearl. At least there was something. With the way her gaze is locked on her hand, her free hand absentmindedly fiddling with the glass beads in her hair, she completely misses his display of Ninjutsu, looking up at him somewhat dazed as he mentions her name.

Atha opens her mouth, no sound is forthcoming and so she just nods and marks their current location on her map. A headstone is a good idea, and yet she can't move, her legs will not bare her up off of the ground.