[Quentin shuffles a little ways away from everyone else. He didn't lose anyone here a short while ago and he doesn't feel like he has the right to intrude on other people's grief. In the near-silent somberness of it all, but the boats are pretty and even the slightest hint of light is a welcomed sight.

He keeps to the outskirts of the event, just looking on and quietly marveling at the sight of boats being set carefully in to the water, even by the forest spirits, and the whole wonder of them crowding out the darkness for a little bit as they sail across the lake.

Sitting down, back against a tree, he watches them all and thinks about his own dead.]

[But the forest spirits are curious spirits and a few manage to make their way over to the tree Quentin has placed himself under and he stares at them, a little open-mouthed and wondering and also, just that hint of fear because didn't one the ones who's been here a while, mention that the spirits attacked everyone.

The bravest of the spirits comes closer, though, close enough to make a musical sound at him and sniff the air around him. Fumbling his ocarina out of his pocket, Quentin tries to say 'hi' back and the result is... well, it is, because now there's two of them and they thrill softly back, moving as if they're aware of how scared Quentin might be. Moving slowly and carefully as they get close enough to touch, but when Quentin holds a hand out - like you would to a squirrel or a duck, they move away. Just out of arms reach, but they stay close.

Quentin keeps his playing soft and very quiet, so he doesn't disturb the ceremony, but he keeps trying to talk to the spirits, or at the very least, not piss them off.]