Thea felt like she was intruding on a private moment between the templar and the tranquil. So they were family, then, and he wasn't just some assistant. She heard the desperation and grief in Kaitlyn's voice and for a moment, saw past the gruff and lawful warrior to see the vulnerable girl. Perhaps in time, Thea might have even warmed up to the woman and helped her find a way to cure Wendell. That was a possibility that wasn't going to happen soon.

When the woman turned around asked Thea to light a fire to burn the body, the mage was apprehensive. "He deserves more than a rushed burial." Thea spoke quietly, waving her hands about in the air and using her magic to build a small pyre by gathering any stray pieces of wood, dry grass and leaves. The templar was right about them not having enough time, so Thea got the body on the pyre, with some assistance, and lit the fire.

"I am sorry." She offered quietly, unsure of what good her words would do at this moment. Watching the fire lick at the tranquil's flesh reminded her of something. "The fire will cleanse and burn off the corruption from your blade, if you got their blood on it." It was a gentle reminder, but an excuse as well to offer the templar some time to spend mourning her brother at the pyre before they departed. Thea couldn't sense any disturbance within the forest around them for the moment, so it seemed the small party of darkspawn they had fought were stragglers or a scouting party, and not the main horde.

She opened her mouth and began singing. It was an old song, dating back to Arlathan. "In Uthenara", the Dalish called it. The clan might be affronted that she would sing it for a human, but it was the only song she knew that fit a funeral and it seemed wrong to simply leave Wendell there to burn without any sort of ceremony or ... anything. Even with their lives still in danger, they could spare these few minutes to honour the dead, at least. When she was done singing, Thea laid a hand on the templar's shoulder., as she used knife to mark out a small gravestone for the man. That way he wouldn't just be a nameless victim to the blight, but anyone passing by would know that here a man had stood against darkspawn and gave his life to protect his sister.

"We'll go when we're ready... and I'll give you no trouble." Thea spoke quietly, hushing the thoughts that told her this was the perfect time to flee.