She moves quickly, with a practiced efficiency, carefully hooking her hands under the arms of another body. Hauling the body, she pulls it back with her, ignoring the smell, and the give of flesh under her fingers. As Herian moves, she murmurs a prayer, and lays the body down alongside the other with a quiet apology, setting her hand on its shoulder.

"Maybe we will be able to find a ledger of names."

She doubts it, but — perhaps they will find something, to let these people be identified to their loved ones.