Braelyn was just sobbing at that point in time, her hand just clutching onto something tightly. A bracelet that brother had once always worn, one that she had taken so that she had a reminder of him. Eristella could hear the sadness and it just had her turning to leave after a moment in time, let the four of them grieve together. At that point she didn't feel like she had the right to be there even - no not with pleading with the king to give those children a lesser punishment. Perhaps that made her just as bad as them.