"What did they do to you?" she asks the nearest body, although given their current circumstances, she momentarily reflects that talking to corpses is perhaps not the wisest course of action for their own sanity if nothing else. She cannot see well, murmuring an apology to the body on top as she sets down her staff and hauls them closer. (Not 'it', 'them,' the person who once lived in this body deserved more dignity than that.)

It takes a moment of effort, Herian leaning further over the pit, making herself look, making herself remember this. "Maker's breath."

Exhaled, more than spoken. "I am sorry this was done to you."