Whatever creature Hazel Tasker is and especially is during Autumn, right now she is an emissary of the dead. Their honor is her duty on this day. Hazel is nothing if not a dedicated worker. Human or no, this woman is still feeling the loss of her brother and Hazel wants to make sure he knows he is missed.

"You have a wellspring of emotion. You are doing well."

The torches burn brighter around the two of them, isolated amidst the mists. A warm and homey light, just like the hearths Connor used to tell stories by. His smile can nearly be felt, taking the praise with his usual posture and demeanor.