The funeral is concluding. Ragnhildr doesn't know how much longer she's going to stay, given the circumstances. Her mind is clouded with thoughts, anger, pain. This family is not hers. It's too late to insert herself into it. And the suffering... It won't end.
But she doesn't expect others to be roped into it. A child, separated from the group, stopping her from leaving right away. Through her haze of grief, she stares at the child.
"The feast is back there," she starts. "Do you need help back to your family?"