The noises of pain and despair trail into a quiet whimpering. So badly, that remaining spark of her wants to burrow closer, to lift her arms so she can cling to Edgar. But there's nothing to be done but wait.

And wait.

It does not happen quickly.

Over the course of half an hour, her skin seems to stretch thinner, gradually shifting to translucent. The smoke wraps around her like it's trying to protect her in this new state of fragility. As the light of her eyes goes out, another glow, pure white and flickering erratically, becomes visible where her heart ought to be. Through it all Nimona keeps weeping, and weeping, and weeping.

Until eventually -- finally -- there is nothing left to burn.

Edgar no longer holds anything solid as the smoke collapses on itself, extinguishing the white light with a sigh.