It had been a long day. It didn't surprise Lili in the least when she got Ado back to the company house that he was snoring quietly in her arms. As she pried open the front door with her hand, Lili held her breath. Expecting to hear noises some where within the house, like Ox's booming laugh or Grael getting on a drunken ramble of some kind. When all was dim and quiet, she made her way further inside and down the hall to her own room.

There were still boxes flung about her office, full of clothes or housing wares or the various knick knacks she had collected over the years from friends and her children. She had to step carefully, trying not to make any noises that could stir the Lalachild. She just got him to sleep.

His Moogle toy squeaked as she stepped on it. Lili froze, stared down at Ado who released another pigletesque snort. Letting out a breath, she continued onward to the back of the room with the bedding in tact. As she set him down, she hummed to him and straightened his hair. Slipped off his little socks and shoes, let him dream fluffy, cloudlike dreams...

Had she done the right thing by him? Relocating them, giving them a fresh start?

Was he suffering at all?

To the latter, not in any way that she could see at least. But it still left her wondering, such thoughts plaguing her long until morning as she laid besides her boy and quietly sang to him one of the first songs she ever did with him when they first met. Oh how Adokenai charmed her so! Made her heart sing in the way only a mother could do for a child.

It was a love that no one person could ever rival.

And in its own way it brought her comfort.

Each place was significant. Her parents had their stones on a quiet hill just half a mile from where Lili and the children placed a marker for Ghislan. While there was no body to bury, there weren't any more people who thought he still lived, so why not place a stone? While these markers were in Limsa, Grend'a had no marker. Most of her respects were paid silently and to herself.

For this particular day of paying respects, she decided to add twoe more to her meager list. Someone she had never met, but who she had only ever heard of. The other she had only met a handful of times.

Some might say that paying respects for the dead that you never met could almost be useless. Why? You had nothing to say about them. Had no first hand knowledge of their life or accomplishments. Such wishes could almost be seen as empty. Vacant. Devoid of emotion besides sympathy and pity.

But in times of grief, it was always good to know there were people that cared nearby.

To Ul'dah she went, unsure of where else to go from there. She didn't know either women well enough to know who exactly they knew best or whom they frequented. As the aetheryte delivered her to the desert city, Lili tucked her hair over one shoulder with a hand while the other held two trillium flowers.

From there, her feet slowly carried her towards the Steps of Thal and the fountain therein. As she moved, her pale green eyes took in the sights before her: festival revelers. Party goers. Sultansworn. Brassblades. Children. Teenagers. With every step she thought over her own life and accomplishments and how it could all be gone with one moment. One night. One mistake.

A thought occurred to her: What would happen when she was gone?

To Ado? To the Society?

Perhaps she'd fix that soon enough. It was never too early for a will, especially as more and more jobs were taking Lili in more dangerous territory. Soon the thoughts died down as she came across the fountain, thinking to herself how quiet it was as she glanced too and fro. Where was everyone? It was just her with the decorations. After a few moments she shrugged her shoulders. Well...probably for the best.

Once she reached the stone benches, she climbed on up so she would be more level with the water. Bringing the trillium flower to her lips she kissed at the white petals of each flower before bringing her cupped hands down to the water. Letting the flowers drift among the ripples and swirl around each other.

One for a fallen Sultansworn. One for a young mother.

With that, Lili turned to wander back to the Society office in the Goblet.

It took less time then she thought to organize her own will. She'd tell those who needed to know of the contents so people could find it. Funny...she never thought she'd have enough in her life that would require her to actually make a list of who got what. Two years ago her children would have just split everything between themselves.

Funny what could change in two years.

Holding the paper close to her scrutiny, she nibbled on her lush lower lip as she scanned it. Once. Then twice. Four times total before she set it atop her desk and let the ink finish drying, turning her head to look out of the nearby window. "...Mmm...I need a drink," she muttered to herself, rising up to rise to the wine cabinet nearby. Thinking about her future demise was making her feel rather melancholy despite it being a natural fact of life.

The will, however, was kept as short and as to the point as possible.

I write this will of sound mind and body, under no duress or mental fatigue that could hinder my cognitive functions. Each people is to get precisely what is listed, and anything that should be left over is to be split amongst interested parties (my children taking precedence) before being donated.

To my oldest son, Khavan Amadeus Nightwing, I give his father's old sword. May you treat it kindly, my precious one, and clean it regularly so it stays in good condition. I also entrust you with the Bronze Lake property to use as you see fit.

To my youngest son, Adokenai Kodomo-Altair, I give my recipe books so one day he cook delicious treats all by himself beyond that of his Society loved candy sandwiches. I also entrust my old childhood stuffie, Mog-Mog. Take good care of him, no matter what age you may happen to be. Adopting you was one of the happiest days of my life.

To my oldest daughter, Deisarameda 'Dei' Amal'dea Silverlark, I bestow my collection of books. Read them and think of me, my sweet. May they bring you knowledge and joy of learning.

To my youngest daughter, Sarameda 'Sara' Amal'thurin Silverlark, I give my alchemical notes and journals. With this, perhaps you and your sister may find the cure we all have been striding for. I also leave you the botanical index my parents started when I was younger. Perhaps one day you can take your sister with you and the two of you can pick up where they left off.

To the Free Wing Society, should I perish unexpectedly and without word prior to this reading, I give the Society over to Sitting Ox for him to use it as he should see fit as well as the property. Should Sitting Ox not be available or already deceased at this reading then it will be given to the employee with most seniority starting with Rock Shattermountain, Locke Rinnanis, and moving down the list.

To Locke Rinannis, I give the notes and recipes needed to make the potions that are needed to keep you in good health as well as my mammet Mammy. May he make a good companion for Olli.

To Nymira Valeroyant, I bestow all my medical supplies and regents. Should they be used in your practice to help those in need.

To Rock Shattermountain, I give Dot the fawn. You were the one to give her to me, and to you I return her. Thank you for standing so loyally by my side, both as an employee and as a friend.

To Kaiten Skyborn, I leave my weapons and armor as well as my journal. May you find a good use for the former and take great care of the latter, as it contains many secrets that have never been spoken of or have seen the light of day. Treat them with reverence just as I treated your own secrets, and know that you have given me a startling amount of joy I never expected. Thank you.

To my previous fiance, C'kayah Polaali, I give two stones that will be found amongst my jewelery: the heartstones of a water and air elemental. I also impart blueprints I wrote many years ago when I was a young girl of an airship christened The Grey Lady. May you treat both with care.

To Ruinfeild Oakshield, I give a manuscript found amoungst my books of erotic short stories I work on from time to time. Given our senses of humor, I imagine you'll find these to be particularly amusing.

To Chokho Viqqoh, I give my book of pressed flowers. Many of these were flowers I'd find from you, my dear, and my office almost always smelled of trilliums. There are empty pages for you to add other flowers as you see fit.

To Kenthy Pennyfeather I bestow a small silver dagger. More for ornamental purposes, it is small enough to slip into a garter or stocking and sturdy enough to sink into the gullet of anyone who should give you a difficult time. Your fiery spirit was always a sight to behold and I am happy to have counted you amongst people I called 'friend'.

All persons are to get each specified item as well as a personal letter enclosed and marked within for their private viewing.