Copying Tayrey when she salutes feels only natural, the proper respect afforded for their absent friend. They hold it, and Fever nods once to Tayrey's words, wanting to give them the gravity they deserve for such a dear companion. She'd known Crichton and Tayrey had a bond, one deep enough that he would negotiate in her place - and Fever knows that Ari would not name someone an honorary Tradeliner lightly. How strange it is, to know them both without the other now.
"Crichton was someone with courage so great I admired it. Someone with a heart large enough that it's a wonder it didn't burst from his chest. He stood by the people he cared for, and...persevered, even through bitterly difficult situations. I called him friend, and he allowed me room to be there for him when he needed. I remember laughing with him, and spending time trying out the arcade games - he was always better than me at the ones with firearms, for all his knowledge. And I must remember seeing you in the sky in the Village, flying together."
Despite the situation, she smiles. She hadn't known who flew what crafts, but she had watched them, guarding what little vitality she'd had in that place. One of them must have held her friends.
"May he never be forgotten."
One more.
"Lady Cassandra de Rolo was a rare person indeed. Looking at her, you would hardly believe the strength she possessed. She held her ground against me, even when I was being unreasonable, and challenged me to consider my thinking. I would have gladly fought at her side, and it was her I asked to direct me, when it came to protecting our own. She refused to give up on the idea of going home, even if the world was stacked against her, even if it cost her dearly - and I was proud to call her my ally. I only regret that I couldn't do more for her, in the end."
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"Crichton was someone with courage so great I admired it. Someone with a heart large enough that it's a wonder it didn't burst from his chest. He stood by the people he cared for, and...persevered, even through bitterly difficult situations. I called him friend, and he allowed me room to be there for him when he needed. I remember laughing with him, and spending time trying out the arcade games - he was always better than me at the ones with firearms, for all his knowledge. And I must remember seeing you in the sky in the Village, flying together."
Despite the situation, she smiles. She hadn't known who flew what crafts, but she had watched them, guarding what little vitality she'd had in that place. One of them must have held her friends.
"May he never be forgotten."
One more.
"Lady Cassandra de Rolo was a rare person indeed. Looking at her, you would hardly believe the strength she possessed. She held her ground against me, even when I was being unreasonable, and challenged me to consider my thinking. I would have gladly fought at her side, and it was her I asked to direct me, when it came to protecting our own. She refused to give up on the idea of going home, even if the world was stacked against her, even if it cost her dearly - and I was proud to call her my ally. I only regret that I couldn't do more for her, in the end."
For a second, Fever bows her head.
"May she never be forgotten."