Denied a broom for now - stubborn healers with their refusing to let their patients exert themselves - she leaned against the sound exterior wall where he had been working and looked around with smiling interest. At least until he mentioned the mass grave. "Probably, yes," she said soberly. After their looting and burning - and worse, especially to the vulnerable and comely they laid hands upon - the monstrous brigands of March Keep deserved nothing more than to be left where they fell, exposed to the skies while the ravens came to pluck out their eyes and pick at their innards. Yet... though the enemy doubtless deserved it, she admitted to herself that she probably would have done the same.<br/><br/>"I hope the others helped, and didn't just leave you to tackle all the decaying bodies on your own before running off up the north road." Her tone was sharp; she still had her nose a bit bent out of shape that the others had simply left them there before she'd so much as opened her eyes. In a very real sense she felt she'd been left for dead, although Sebastian certainly wasn't to blame. It wasn't just for her to take her feelings out on him, and she raised her hand before he could utter more than a few words. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that, and you're a better person than I. I suppose I just feel... peculiar." She strained her shoulders back, feeling her skin pull despite the pain being securely walled away.<br/><br/>"I don't know why. Maybe it's the realization that had the blade been a few inches further up, another foot deeper and there wouldn't have been anything left of me to save." She touched the wound, an odd light in her tawny eyes. "I do appreciate that, by the by. I know I haven't said so earlier, and I'm sorry for that too." She followed his gaze and half-smiled wryly. "So, how can one slightly battered but very willing swordwoman assist in cleaning things up and preparing our little endeavour? I could go and collect firewood, or see if I can find some fruit to supplement our stores?" Seeds would be good, but were mostly out of season, and they only had a few weeks' travelling rations left. "Or maybe I should look to clearing out a store room for us. I'm sure I saw a staircase down the back of the guardhouse that looked as though it bore a trapdoor at one stage.