Releasing an exasperated noise from her throat, Albali make a swift motion with the sickle, sending the cultist's blood spattering out across the ground. Hastily she wipes her blade in the leaf cover on the ground, scouring it clean of what is probably rotten blood, too, and murmurs, "We shall endeavor to bring him to you, instead." She picks out a couple of stones to place over the elf's eyelids as a matter of habit, before glancing up and seeing the glittering indication this is a once-elf instead. With another exasperated sound she stood, pushing off the body, and turned from it without ceremony.  She glanced up at the sky and pressed her lips together in a frown before urging Ain to, "Fly ahead while you still can, my friend. Spy out this temple and those who guard it. You are saving lives today, and that is our charge." It seems to be something of a shared irony - the raven's eye meets hers and glints before her frown turns wry inside her hood, then he stoops to spread his wings and launches himself to skip between the sparse protection of the canopy, cursing the rain as he went.