There are Witnesses for the rivers, or the lands, in my home, but those are a more ceremonial position than a Witness vel ama for the Dead.

[Celehar takes a chance to lean down, not kneeling out of habit for respecting his coat, to reach out and graze fingers across the petals of the flowers, curiously.]

'Tis not the first signs of life we have encountered in this place, but it is strange, to be dead and yet surrounded by living things.