Tivyrne wipes her mouth with the back of one hand as she studies the women's condition and remarks, giving a twinge when asked to describe the dead boy.  She takes a deep breath, and-- unless Lairee or Tavia object, she describes his hair, his features, as best she can.  She swallows, turning her gaze away from them and trying not to show a crack in her composure.  "His remains are safe at the beach.  When you're ready, I'll return him to you.  Once you're safe."  She glances up at Tavia, studying the elven woman's features like she's searching for a light in the dark.  "What do we do<i>now?</i>" she asks.  "Can we even...?" and the sentence finishes itself as she glances toward the dark horizon where, invisible in the dark, the mountain looms.