Grace paused at the entrance to the cave, considering. She didn't particularly want to spend time in a cavern littered with bones, but the armor and weapons would provide her with good, sturdy materials, and the cave itself was good shelter. Resolving to bury the fallen warriors once she had the time, she stepped inside and gently lay the fragile girl against the wall of the cave.

"Watch over her while I work." She told the timid girl following her, then she moved a little farther into the cave and placed her hands against the wall, humming gently to herself. After a few minutes of sitting still, Grace's hands sank into the stone and drew out a large chunk of rock, which she placed in her lap and began to mold like clay. 

Her fingers skillfully shaped the living stone into a familiar shape, one she had used countless times and could recreate from memory. Already, a simple statue of a dog was taking shape under her careful guidance.