Alistair's mood is somber as he preps Greg for burial. The other two deaths were somewhat disheartening because they were just swift and unexpected, but Greg's demise was even more so as they were there to see it happen. Now word has spread on the death of Molly, another hero. He blushes a bit in that on the long walk to Newgate he had to avert his eyes from the view of the young redhead several times. She was alluring and innocent all in the same package and perhaps he was the only one who saw it. It was like she was a child in a whole new world. Just another soul who's full potential will never be learned.<br/><br/>What a waste.<br/><br/>He washes up Greg good and tidy and wraps his wounds well before putting him in clean clothes. It upsets him to be sure, but there is nothing to be gained from crying or whining about it. Greg is fallen and the others need to hold it together. This means HE has to hold it together in their company. Once his task is complete he walks back to the inn, eats, and heads up to his room. He does pause to thank Joselyn for the fine meal and will invite Beatrix up for a sleepover if she isn't otherwise engaged.<br/><br/>(http://images.akamai.steamusercontent.com/ugc/488932624340336076/26EB3F388D7A6D0F273B34B138B82351780AFA11/)