Levine looked over at Maas before he answered scout, hiding the distaste he had for the emotionless tendencies of his people. He rested his palm on his sword hilt as he turned and approached the body of the girl. 
"Whether it's true or not, I believe that you're a warden from the moment you're conscripted. Whether you survive the joining or not. And despite that she still drank from the cup and the body still contains the taint. Scout, there are plenty of rituals we humans use to send off the dead, but the wardens keep the tradition of the funeral pyre. I'll hear no protest, Maas, and actually you're the strongest here so you get the honor of carrying the body." Levine was doing his best to sound powerful, he knew that if anything Maas would respect power. "Scout you need to remain here for Isala when she wakes up. If she does tell her we've gone to the bridge on the western side of the ruin." Levine had already ensured that there would be enough wood readily available for each one of the recruits to have a funeral pyre if necessary, but he had only assembled one. Thankfully they would only have need of one.