*Thoth nods simply*
Thoth: I see. Please excuse me. 
*He walks stiffly over to Jilial and kneels down next to her. He presses one hand to the side of her head.*
Thoth: Rest.
*Jilial's eyes cross and she passes out. Thoth takes her ruined hands in his own and they glow for a moment. When he takes his hands away Jilial's are fully healed. He walks over to Horus's body and snaps his fingers. The blood is wiped away, the clothing repaired and the body prepped in seconds, as if done by a professional mortician. He turns to Elewynn and bows his head*
Thoth: I would think this man would have made friends, or at least allies here. If you know of any, would you mind gathering them? He should have a more... populated funeral... He is worthy of more...
*For a moment Thoth sounds sad, and very, very old. *