Ravus takes the lighter. "She had a way of looking into the truth of every heart she encountered." If she is still looking, she will see his. And if not...she has earned her rest.

He kneels beside the paper and sets the top corner ablaze. Usually, looking into a flame sends a stab of phantom pain down his missing left arm, but this fire is warm and gentle. The paper curls in on itself, and all Ravus feels from it is heat and light.

The letter fades to ash and smoke, which is swept away by the sea breeze. Ravus rises and offers the lighter back to Ignis.

"The message is sent. There is nothing left but to wait for it to be received. We can depart."