Despite the pain from the burns, skin blistering and red, robes ragged and scorched, she stands as tall and steady as ever. Her spirit blade is gone, now, only the hilt remaining in her hand, as it drops back to her side. Even as the familiar cooling touch of healing magic sweeps over the wounds, she remains motionless.

"Councillor LeBlanc," she replies, tone very even. "We should burn the body, unless you have need of it for the Inquisition. There are the other bodies in the pit," Herian continues, a careful control stretching over each word and pulling taut, "that should also be given funeral rites. At the very least, they should be moved and given a proper pyre."

Only the briefest pause, and she looks between the others here. "There are a good many bodies to be moved, if there are any willing to lend me aid."