The preparation chamber smelled of sandalwood and cold water.
The two things monks used to ready the dead.
Shen lay on the low stone table at its center. The body's robes were changed, hands folded properly now with respect that a vassal of soul deserves.
Only the eyes gave it away still.
Janus stood over beside him without touching anything, hands placed in the pockets of his formal mud brown pants, paired with a fine black suit with a mud brown vest underneath.
He was just simply looking at Shen.
Selene leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, watched him the way she always did.
She wasn't wearing a uniform of court, instead she wore a dark red long suit, paired with a tight feminine bell bottom pants, and a black shirt.
"You've been standing there long enough that I could've finished my rounds 'round the monastery twice," she said.
"That's not the same as me being slow." Janus didn't look up.
