"Mama... spat'..." Veronika lazily stretched, snuggling up to her warm- Wait a moment, this isn't bed. This. is not-
With a small yelp, the spoiled lass awoke, flinching away, only to hit the back of her head against the altar. "Aa- Ooowww" She groaned, grabbing the back of her head. Memories of where she was washed over her like a waterfall. The vortex, the corpse, the howling and the... peculiar position she has been in the entire night.

The later made her face flush a little, but she hid the blush by letting her long hair fall over her face and hide it like a curtain. "Not a word about this." She muttered, facing away from Alexa. Before waiting for a response, she looked around, keen to find something to distract herself with. In the morning light, the entire scenario could now be clearly seen. There were linen wraps, some flowers, some weird red and blue flasks and candle on the altar, along with bizarre black tools that looked similar the the ones commonly used ancients cultures to embalmer bodies. Veronika noticed this must have been the first time in her life that those lessons on ancient art and cultures came handy.

The black-robed body still lied as motionlessly as before. The elf was dead, there was no doubt about it, the extra stench coming from his way made the point even clearer. However, underneath that coat, Veronika could see something shimmer. It couldn't have been seen before, but now, in the daylight, a silver shine came into view. "Do you see that... under the body...?" She asked the brunette, stepping towards it.
"To hell with respect for the dead..." She murmured as she kicked the lifeless thing over quite violently. With a thud he rolled to his stomach, exposing the dagger, strapped to the back of his robes with a rope that was seemingly used as a belt. Grimacing from the horrid odour, she faced Alexa. "Do you think it's safe to touch this? Like... can I catch any disease or something?"