Kirk paused in the doorway, looking back to Herian and giving a stiff nod.

"I'll help," he said, not adding more in order to hide his own swirling emotions, hands clenched to hide the shaking.

A breath, a beat, a captain's control. "I saw coverings we can use to help move them."

And he stepped away, pretending he had control of a situation he did not, a chance to get away and take a breath not clogged by ash and blood.