Mistral will give her a nod - go ahead and snuggle, he'd have to wake them to move them anyway.

A few Magelets say goodbyes to Luta, while Juro rubs his face sleepily and asks, "Should we find some flowers or something to leave first?"

Mistral is puzzled. "Flowers? Why?"

Juro points back over towards the garden and its twin scarecrows, sadly. When the other Magelets look that way they droop a bit as well.

Mistral looks, blinks, looks back at the sad Magelets, and facepalms. "Those are scarecrows, not grave markers."