Ricky's expression changed a little as he watched Gale try to lean up, the initial reaction one of awe when the pessimist winced for only a moment just before he finally started off with something, a request for Ricky to try and carry out by the sound of it. It helped made Ricky feel a little less helpless now that he had something he could do, something that Gale needed of him in this time of tragedy that struck once more. Mirahil Pass, a trail from the main road. He noted patiently as the man continued to explain. T'ere's a clearin wit' a rock, pass de tree's an' den...
His eyes bulged a little as he realized what he was being told, what Gale had shared with him was information on the place that the two were attacked. More importantly the request itself was a personal favor in regards to finding peace in mind, whatever was left of Kendhl had to be found and placed to rest... next to this rock that Ricky could only assume was an important landmark to Gale. It wasn't the simplest of favors but by Goddess it wasn't the hardest either, now that Ricky knew just what exactly he had to do in an effort to help his close friend find that first step in grief. He wants me t' bury Kenny. Oi can't let 'em down now. He thought deeply as he considered what he would find up there, no doubt the mangy mutts that attacked them had already moved on.
"Aye..." He nodded as he spoke ever so lightly, the soft tone of voice still held a powerful deep feeling of concern for a friend though. No doubt Gale knew this, he knew that deep down Ricky cared, and would follow through with this without a second thought. Hell. He'd do more than bury Kenny, he'd even... why that made a great idea! Better if they protected the grave from the outer forces of nature, not even that was certain but by Priskil herself Ricky could hope to do this as an honor for his fated friend. "Oi promise ya Oi won't rest 'till she properly rest in de earth." He assured Gale with a gentle hand on the artists shoulder, a light touch though in the event that might have suffered from injury as well. With that said and done though he wouldn't wait any further, he had a job to do after all and it was better to get it done as quick as possible. Kenny's body wasn't going to wait after all, not when nature herself would determine the natural course of the cycle of life. No... he would go there, shovel in hand even, and he would do this because Gale needed it.
Even if Gale asked him to do this, Ricky didn't accept out of good heart. He accepted because he felt it a responsibility, something he had to do because the man who was the Godfather of his unborn child needed it. Gale needed closure, needed to find himself able to grieve and in turn honor Kenny by. Her memory was no doubt going to remain a part of this grave, but in truth there was something more to it, something deeper that Ricky hadn't yet found out just yet. He had a feeling though that this was only scratching the surface, as he would not only show Gale he would always be the brotherly friend that could be relied on, but that Ricky was actually serious when he would tell Gale he's a part of this family. Because with family one had to take care of their own, and that's exactly what Ricky intended to do today. Sure enough he was already on his way out the door, a quick pace in his step as he made for the general store. There he would rent a shovel if possible, and if not buy it so he could continue his task in helping Gale.
The trek up to the pass resulted in a search of course, with so many possible off beaten paths to find, but in turn Ricky found a trail actually led upward into the pass instead of further down or deeper within, and when he followed that trail he soon came to discover the landmark he was told about. That landmark... being a grave already. By the looks of it at least, the rock used as a headstone was part of the indication at least. This made Ricky ponder for a moment, who else was buried here that Gale knew? Somebody important? He had to imagine that Gale was connected, because as far as Ricky knew Gale was the only person that told him such a place like this existed. And with the details he gave, it was thorough enough for Gale to actually remember the place too. The trees were right where he said they were. De trees. His expression faded into a sullen look as he knew what awaited next, and that would likely be the body of the once cheerful girl he once knew.
His heart grew heavy as did his legs, the knee's felt a sense of gravity fluctuation as he took steps forward. He was close... close now and sure enough he was right in sight. There... There just beyond the trees in a little grove resided a body, a body covered in branches of a dark colored red. Almost black really. The smell of the place was... No! Gods no! Ricky couldn't think ill of this. Nature had already started to affect this area, but it wasn't too late at least. The fisherman shoved the shovel into the dirt next to him as he entered the area further, his mind lost in the place that was no doubt the scene of a horrid event. He could still feel it in the air, the foreboding sense of fear and blood. Of loss and despair, of pain and death. What transpired here... was by far a means of cruel fate itself. Ken... Kendhl. He passed the partially decomposed carcass of a beheaded mutt, already quick to make the connection with the head he disposed of the other night. Kenny though... her body hadn't fully felt the forces of nature around her it seems, thanks to the cold moisture in the air that blanketed the bay.
Kendhl... He knelt down to the blanket of pine branches, a hand hovered over her for a moment before he felt his own heart suddenly drop. That girl. That same bright and cheery girl, the overly optimistic otter Kelvic he once knew... this was her dammit! Tears started to roll out his eyes now, stream down his cheeks as he mourned for her, and Gale as well. But alas he couldn't just sit there, he couldn't let himself falter from the given task he had to perform for his close friend. After what part of him that had fallen into sudden mourning found a recomposed state, he then proceeded to be careful with her remains. He was gentle at best and made sure that she was moved to the area where the other stone resided, and then from there Ricky started digging. He would dig and dig and dig, the shovel harsh as the edge was firmly planted in the dirt and rock. This continued until he would finally dig a hole large enough to be a grave, and then after finally resting Kendhl's body within the upturned earth, he would then buried her with the uncovered dirt he had dug.
It took about two to three bells worth before he had completely finished this process, but what followed next was by far the only other alternative in the effort to pay his respects to both Kendhl and Gale. What Ricky did was try to focus on his shielding some, and it started with using the emotions he had felt earlier in that day. First was the state of grief that led to the longing sense of wanting to be able to do something, to bargain for something that would've been the better alternative. It was funny how everyone went through the motions when they coped with a person's loss, Ricky hadn't known Kenny well enough and not for very long either, yet he could feel it from Gale's own pain. He could feel how special she was, how important she'd become to him. There was intense yearnings to wish he could've protected them, deep desires to bring out the greatest wall that would've separated the two from the threat they faced. That in turn sharpened the focus Ricky had as he zoned out onto the two graves that were next to one another, with a hand placed over the head of each grave he sent his Djed forward. The channel traveled from his hands and out over the surface of the graves, a faint royal blue shimmer shown to him as he could feel his Djed flow freely into a fabric, fabric that spread over the dirt like butter over bread.
He started from the head to the foot of both graves, his shields thin as parchment and patchy in some places. He still had a lot more practice to do before the shields were to improve, until then though he would be sure to visit this place often. As often as he could at least, so that he could continue creating shields over these graves. It was the least he could to for Gale, for Kenny even, seeing as how the fisherman owed him more than just this important favor. With that done the fisherman finally went home, hopeful that the artist would be on the mend soon.