She follows the leader's gaze, standing off until the group dispatches, at which point she finally breathes a sigh of relief.  "Why did he say all that?" She questioned, still unsure of what exactly was going on. Surely, her beloved mentor wasn't a necromancer. Not once did she remember him mentioning the vile art, and...No, no, she had to stop thinking that way, especially at his funeral!  She shook her to dispel such thoughts from her mind, ready to once again carry her portion of the casket. "Right, let's give him the funeral he<em>deserves</em>." She agreed stubbornly, trying to at least comfort Kendra with her words.