Pylia gave you a mirthless chuckle. "A pyre? In this weather? You're crazy." That being said Pylia did go to move the bodies, though she made sure the woman's body was separated from the brigands. With everyone helping it wasn't long before the brigand's equipment were stripped off their bodies, leaving them only in their regular clothing. Pylia had put the woman underneath a tree where it was relatively dry. "I'll be doing her final rites. I'll need to call upon my sacred flame, so this may take a while. I'm not going to bother doing the same courtesy to the brigands." She looked at you for a moment before turning to Shortfang. {I need you to cut off their heads. That's the most reliable way to make sure they don't become undead. Bury their heads in a different hole or something.} The kobold nodded grimly as he retrieved a scimitar.

"Sylvia, I know you're... Not familiar with how these things work. Could you come over here? Just try and repeat my words. More people helps the process." This was a lie. Pylia just wanted Sylvia to not watch Shortfang go about the grisly work of undead prevention. If/when you were distracted, Pylia would begin to chant slowly but loudly. "What do I want to do? What am I searching for? Chasing an answer that doesn't exist, you ask of a single star shining in the sky." Holding one hand strait in front of her chest, Pylia extended a hand out towards the woman's body as a white flame formed and floated to the corpse. "Light and shadow begin to split paths, driven away by the future's footsteps. I wake to your voice, resounding through the silence. The you of that day was no different than so long before" The flames began to spread over the tarp, slowly at first. "It overlapped with the cry of a miracle." And then the entire tarp was lit aflame with white, radiant fire. Both you and Pylia could feel the heat, but despite how close it was to the tree, there was no smoke and the tree was never burnt as the flames started to cremate the body. 

"We continued dreaming of the moment the world would change. So that we never forget, we'll hand down this story..."