[The view is an unglamorous one, little fingers fiddling with the bracelet, the underside of Mordred's chin, and then an awkward angle of lancelot as the man attempts to cook for the child much more interested in staring intently at him, asking questions, or fiddling with the things within his reach, like slices of fruits that he tries to reach in front of Lancelot for while the man is midcut]

[Gently, the knight pushes his hand away] careful now, you could get hurt this way. It won't be much longer. [Somehow, when the fighting ended and the smoke cleared, he just fell into the position of babysitter.He finds he doesn't mind it in the least, it keeps the horrors away.]

[That is met with a small frown, Mordred retracting his hand] Do you say that because you are a knight?

I say it because it's logical. [He turns to offer a small smile to the child, one that reflects in his voice] Many parts of the code are simply logical or courteous. You will do well to embrace them yourself. I'm certain Morgana will be pleased. [He has learned by now that that name is the magic word - no pun intended - when it comes to Mordred.]

[And that magic word does its trick, earning a little peek and a lean closer as if he could somehow read the answer in Lancelot's face if he stole a glance at the right moment. But alas, in the end he has to ask] What is the code?

The Code is what the knights live by, it is what teaches us how we must act in every given situation. Every man must have a code of some sort, even if you do not embrace the code of Camelot. For instance the code of chivalry - living by it would have you put the needs of others before your own, being respectful and protective. Try kissing Morgana's hand next time you see her, that is part of the code of chivalry I'm quite certain she'll enjoy. Pull her seat out for her, do not seat yourself until all ladies present are seated, open the door for her and allow her to go through first - they may seem like trifles to you, but they are important.

... [Mordred goes quiet at that. Yet even so it is clear on his face that the seed has been planted in his mind. As he returns to playing with his bracelet, he bites his lower lip in thought, distracted as he spins the thing round and round his wrist until he effectively ends the feed without knowing it.]

[When the feed starts Euri's bracelet is focused on the ground. Specifically, what seems to be some kind of wreath comprised of branches, stems and a lot of mushrooms, all dried. It then flicks up to show, about fifteen feet away, a pile of plants (herbs, possibly?) smoldering slowly. A lot of smoke is being released, mixing in with the early morning chill.

Anyone who fought in the war or saw Freyr's post will recognize it as the spot where he exploded. How pleasant.]

So... it's normal back home to cleanse an area of land where a lot of people died. You know, to purify it, to try and prevent any future necromancy. Or restless spirits.

[It feels awkward explaining this. Even if she's used to being around humans there's still a sour pang of a Witch explaining sacred rituals to inferior humans. She tries to ignore it, though.] I'm not sure if that's how things work here, but it can't hurt. It's better to prevent necromancy than have to deal with it later, and these herbs are supposed to help protect things. Maybe it'll help the flora grow back faster, too.

[Thankfully since her bracelet isn't on her anyone watching this will miss the shiver run down her spine. She hopes to every single one of her gods that this will actually do something. To a Witch necromancy is one of the few things worse than a razed piece of land that's unable to grow any vegetation.]

Oh - and - [More awkward uncomfortable explanations.] There's another ritual back home. Singing to mourn and honour the recently dead. But it doesn't seem appropriate to sing any of the Witch funerary songs, since no one who died was a Witch, so... I have a CD with this other song on it. A book in the library said this song is used for funerals often. I hope it's okay.

[Then she'll launch into a surprisingly good rendition of Ave Maria. Despite the awkwardness before her voice is now confident.]

[ There are so many things Hanako would like to say over the network... but there are not enough words. That post during the battle... it became real, after all. The void would be more painful if she didn't rebel and go say goodbye to the girl properly. It's possibly the best decision Hanako ever took in her whole life.

It's audio, and it'll be curtly to the point. ]

To all those who knew her, Nakama-san has gone back to her home world.

Those of you I know, and I didn't have a chance to catch up with during the battle, please contact me. I want to be sure you're all safe and sound.

[ Feed over. She's going to respond in a hour or so, after she's less prone to sulking for the loss. ]