Candles, yeah. Prayers. If y'got folks to visit, you go see them, or an altar instead. There's a tree, big one, in the center of town. Bones under it. S'posed to be a Dalish thing, but I reckon folks just didn't have the coin.

[ a pause. that's not mourning, not exactly. what do you do for grief, where you're from? what does anyone do?

gwen and her little hairpiece. herian's flowers. he has what he has, he has the grief. branches to tend. ]

All those people you were gonna be, or — thought y'might be. Maybe 's worth writing them down too. Remembering them.