They return to Dathomir once, after everything was done. Bogano was compromised, and they needed somewhere to lay-low. Merrin suggested it, she never quite got to say goodbye, never got to put her sisters to rest.
By some coincidence —Cal would say it's the force— they land on Dathomir on an arcane-day. Merrin realises this when she steps off of the ship and hears an echoing silence over the mountains. It doesn't take long for her to realise why, when she sees the black ribbons tied around the trunks of the grave thorns the lack of Nighbrothers guarding the cliffs.
Each coven would observe the day of the Fanged God differently, but the Nightbrothers all the same —with silence and respect to fallen Nightsisters. Merrin steps off of the ship into silence and turns back around. She is quick to push everyone back inside and hit the ramp button behind her.
"You can explore tomorrow." She tells Cal, serious enough that he doesn't question her. Cere goes back to her reading and Greez never looks up from his plants.
She refused to disturb the Nightbrothers in their silence, they deserved that much. Her own coven, her sisters, would have raised their dead today. Watched as the veil between life and death and magick thinned with each hour towards midnight. They didn't feast, or play music, but their dead would dance —for life or to celebrate death, Merrin never knew— adorned in pale white fabric that rustled as they moved.
Her dead had already been risen for too long, she wouldn't raise them for just herself anymore. She would observe with the Nightbrother's silence and a new families company. She smiled at dinner, and when she closed her eyes she could see them dancing, shadows of white fabric and soft steps.