The Mave flew through the air, flew calmly and firmly in the direction of the capital city, and within it, an enormous silence was maintained.
A coffin occupied a large space in the aircraft while everyone around him sat down.
Albert was sitting near the door looking out the window, and his jovial demeanor and his playful nature were completely opaque, so much so that from his pores, a little icy air came out.
Eventually, as if he remembered something, his hands clenched, and his power was manifested in a tiny way just before he could control himself.
On the other side of the Mave, in the same situation Mabel was sleeping, she was sitting with her eyes closed and her hands intertwined, she looked peaceful, but everyone who knew her could know that she was devastated.
Eventually, her eyes would open to look at the coffin, and then they would close again. It was easy to deduce what she was thinking.