Beginning the morning with death tends to give the day something of a grim outlook, Roslin thinks, as she listens to Galen Tyrol recite the lines of the ritual commemoration for Callendra Henderson Tyrol.

I never knew her as anything but Cally. I wonder if anyone else did?

Her glance drifts across the other mourners in attendance at the small service, and lingers on Lee Adama, so recently become the new Quorum Delegate for Caprica, and on his father, and on the way that Bill is steadfastly ignoring his son.

There are layers upon layers of grief here, Roslin notes, with the near-certainty of more to come.

She'll have to start preparing the Quorum for the possibility that the Demetrius might not return. Gods blast Lee Adama, anyway, for ingenuously hinting to them that she and Bill were working together to explore a new potential path to Earth. Even had that been true -- and oh, she's already had that fight with Bill, that he'd committed them all to this without telling her -- there were things that could have been done, that should have been done --

Too late now, she reminds herself. Deal with the day as it comes. There's plenty to do, and little enough time left for her to do it in.

As the priest ends the service, she leans up and murmurs so that only Bill can hear her.

"I liked the ceremony." He glances over at her, and Roslin nods, holding his gaze, trusting him to understand her unspoken request.

Little enough time left, indeed.