It is a close thing. Rae has dedicated herself loosening the knot into which she'd tied up all of her grief, and it is hard not to let it continue to unravel here.

"Wei Wuxian said that Fourth Uncle had made wine..." she murmurs, voice thick, shaking her head. She'd known no names.

Rae wipes at her eyes with the heel of her palm. There are few worse recipes for an unquiet death. "I hope... I hope having funerary rites, even here, even without names, will do them some good."

Maybe they would still know it was for them, from those who cared for them from far away.