Solglia frowned softly, realizing with the elf that ran away, that the littlest of their rag tag group was no more. Taking her pendant into the palm of her hand, she praised the AllFather for letting the little one die with honor in battle. "May ye look to her with kindness, guide her through the heavy mountains and into the purest summer lands," she whispered softly, dark curls glimmering with warmth, "Let her soul march with the Warriors into your guiding arms and may no harm she ever suffer again."

The she-dwarf's whispers were oddly melodic with her husky voice, as if she could sing these words. Everyone started to wander and drift away. No one tended to the little one's shell of a body. Should...she do something? Perhaps someone who was less attached to the sweet little thing should take care of her last rites then? Or the little body could be put entirely into the acidic goo to completely dissolve and her spirit be relieved of any worldly mortal connections. It could work the same as purifying fire.

Lifting the little body and putting into the goo, the she-dwarf held up her holy symbol and murmured prayers over the little body. Tonight she would sing a farewell song to the spirit as it passed through the veil. But for now, life for the living trudged on. With a nod, she trudged towards the room with the others in it. 

"A person is checking the coffins fer things, aye?" She asked a bit louder than her usual speaking voice.