The moment of familiarity, brief as it is, breaks her heart. To see what has become of her student, what the war and fighting has hammered her into? Children forged into weapons for their skills, loosed only to fight as armies and nobles dictate. That Herian claims the mantle of knight does not make the blood poured on her hands any better.

"...Examine them. If you are able to safely fetch a second, that would. Be helpful." She turns her attention then to the corpse, to examine precisely what was done, and how.