Tyaethe cocked her head attentively, looking once more around the ambush site and listening for any more struggling heartbeats. Seemed that they'd gotten everyone? Fanilly was busy gathering information, which meant everyone else was standing around doing nothing... might as well put them to use and save some time later on.

"You," the vampire said, pointing at a random knight. "Help me gather the bodies up." This order got repeated a few times, the white-haired figure demonstrating exactly what the goal was and starting to pile the dead. It [i]was[/i] quite uncanny to see a child handling bodies with so little effort but it wasn't like that was an [i]unfamiliar[/i] sight. Although it was probably more common for dealing with people who got too drunk to [i]walk[/i], given her own tolerance.

All they'd need to do on the way back is have the mage light it up. [i]Much[/i] better than just leaving them to rot. On the other side of laying them to rest... well, the prayer she was going through was hardly [i]inspired[/i], and one could say it was rather derisive about the bandits' choices in life, but they [i]probably[/i] hadn't done enough to deserve being completely abandoned. And she couldn't simply leave them to come back as angry ghosts. Maybe they'd get the guidance they needed to pass on more easily, now?