The girl promptly handed the poking stick directly to Lash as she leaped, looking rather gloomy.

"Oh, he was yours? I didn't know he had an owner. That's too bad."

She looked mortally depressed for a minute, then brightened immediately back up! "Why don't you bury him in a box? They say funerals are more for the people who were left behind than for the one who passed on, right? Maybe then you'll all stop being so grouchy! And really violent."