For a moment there he really does look like he's about to go to his own funeral and it's kind of really awful. Being cut off from her magic is terrifying as hell, but she's ready to fistfight whoever is responsible, she doesn't give a fuck. All she needs is a nap and this island is going down. He, though, he takes things more to heart than people ever get, always has.

But he wouldn't be her goof of a brother if he didn't have some dumb shit to say instead of letting just any old obstacle get the best of him, and when he sits down she feels herself relax. "Yeah I know," comes the simple truth, and she gives his hat an affectionate flick of a finger before turning back to the trees. "Here lies Taako Tacco," she proclaims with absolute gravity, "he died as he lived - fondling a stranger's stones." And she walks off, whistling some kind of funeral march as she goes, though one ear remains rotated back to pick up on any telltale wizard swears or sounds of fainting.