He left to bury the child. He grabbed a shirt from his drawer and wrapped the child in it. He didn't know where exactly Renea would want the child buried but he was sure that she didn't want it near the mansion. He went to the woods to where he found Renea. He then started to bury the child there. When he was done, he looked at the grave for a moment and sighed. He quietly started to make a marker for the dead child made out of thick wood and straws of twigs he had found. Once he was done, he stabbed it into the ground to mark the grave.
In his family tradition to honor those who had passed on he burned a couple of twigs as incense (but of course, it wasn't as well as the incense he had at home. He would bring proper incense for the fetus later, but for now, that will have to do). He went to the clear stream nearby. He knelt down, washed his hands, and started to head back home. He ran a hand through his hair, the mark on his face still so visible and still so contrasting to his skin. He had received it after he had tried to rape the God a second time. His life was nothing but confusion, conflict and hell so far.