Jainia looked over the collected usable items taken from the fallen cleric, it seems that they had shared common skills, not so unusual for combat clerics she supposed. The mace, shield, wands and gauntlets looked as if they could be useful, but what she really needed she wasn't sure could fit, and that was the holy mans armor. She sighed and tried it on anyway, it crushed her breasts, but other than minor discomfort, it would do. As she looked on the now stripped cleric, she felt a pang of guilt and offered the holy rites of her order. She then looked on the rest of the party to see if anyone needed more healing or could use any of the equipment she had just picked up.