Tabitha felt wildly out of place, even dressed in all black, but Mr. Fisk had invited her via their letter exchange and she thought he could use a friendly face. This way she could check up on Mr. Konstantin Fisk was well, just from afar. She would not bother him today if he looked well. After his brush with the mystery perfume, Tabi hadn't been sure he would bit fit to attend today, but she had finally gotten it straightened out. What a weird twist of events that he had wound up in the ward just a couple of days ago. Life experience had soured her views on things happening for a reason, but perhaps, just this once, she could allow the universe this one.

It was a strange thing, to be on the outside of such immense grief, but she still felt compelled to attend. Mr. Fisk had already having a tough time, adding this atop his struggles would surely make an impact on his recovery. Tabitha was obviously not privy to all of the details, nor did she need to be, but she did worry. She had sent the books she meant to bring along ahead of her to the house in Bartonburg and hovered near the back of everything during the actual services. This faith was foreign to her and so she remained as quiet and solemn as possible, even if she did not know exactly what to expect. Everything seemed a little jumbled, different than their normal tradition, from what Tabitha could gather from whispers around her. It was a pity, that everything ought to be so complicated during such a difficult time.

Once she paid her respects appropriately, Tabi tucked herself back into her winter cloak, pulling it tight around her to stay warm as she headed back outside into the brisk November air. Outside of the synagogue, she spotted Mr. Fisk again and drifted his way, waiting for the person he was already speaking with to step away. Tabi did not intend to take up too much of his time, but had indeed wanted to pass on her condolences once again. "It was a beautiful service." She passed him a soft smile tinged with genuine sadness. She had only known one of the lost Fisks in passing, back at school, but could see the absence of the siblings in those still here and that was enough to wring at her own heart. All of the other siblings she knew had always been kind, it was unfair that they had to suffer such loss. Tabi glanced back up at the building behind her before looking back at Mr. Fisk. "How are you holding up?" It was meant to be superficial, he didn't have to give her a real answer, but she would be remiss if she did not ask.