Bryn walks a full circle round the battlefield, sure to place her blade under each fallen foe and drive it down, spade-fashion, to ensure their journeys into the Queen's hands meet no unnecessary delays.  The assurance of the work, and the ceremonial whispered prayer at each one, brings her clarity and eases the pain of the ringing in her ears, the ache inside her head and the strain of breathing after the harpies' attacks.  (Healing Surge for 19, reaches 72/77)  She doesn't bother moving or covering the dead; why make more work for the crows?<br/><br/>As she finishes the methodical work, she retrieves an oiled rag to clean her blade and saunters her way over to the others.  She taps the Tiefling artificer's shoulder with the pommel of her sword, checking to ensure he's not on his way to the Queen's talons too soon.  "You're not excused yet... there's work to be done."  She gives him a slight wink, her dark eyes glimmering prettily as she turns away and stalks toward the others near the mouth of the cave.  "Allow me to state the obvious and point out that this cave is almost certainly of some significance to these beasts."  She tips her chin toward it.  "Possibly a den.  If so, we may have found the source of the travelers' problems here... or at least a symptom."<br/><br/>She turns toward Rolan.  "Alright elf.  I've never seen-- ashes, I've never even HEARD of such a beast doing... what that one appeared to do.  Let's see the damage."