Would a minute be long enough?
Admittedly Eclypse had no clue what she thought she might gain from seeing it, from having gained first hand experience with death. Perhaps it was only the knowledge that she understood why her mother fretted so much or why she healed with a ferocious heart. Eclypse might understand that old age could not be healed now, but she would still look towards her mother's knowledge now.
She waited for no other indicator before she carefully moved inside. It was clear that it was Tulip. Small and frail. Patchwork fur that somehow seemed stiff and dull in this setting.
Grandma would look like this sometime?
We should do something... Eclypse did not want to hide what had happened today, but she wanted to let the woman rest in peace.