Rion's group members raised their heads and watched Rion stride towards the aggrieved.
He walked towards an old father and mother holding the body of their son, who looked to be in his twenties.
Rion took a seat by them, and they looked at him with hollow gazes.
He met their eyes with a steady gaze and said calmly, "You are not alone... the tribe is with you, I am with you."
Hearing his words, the dam that was stopping their emotions from flooding out broke, and they began to wail uncontrollably, clinging to their son's body as tears streamed down their faces.
The father's shoulders shook with deep, guttural sobs while the mother pressed her face against her dead son's chest, letting out heart-wrenching cries that carried years of love and sudden, unbearable loss.
Rion didn't say much, he just acknowledged their grief with his gentle whispers.
His group watched him with clenched hearts.
