There was duty and expediency, doing what was required even if it was unpleasant. And then there was leaving an entire population to rot in the open. Not only disrespectful, but also fodder for whatever spirits roamed this cursed place. So there's nothing to do but go to help the mage, though she ties a cloth around her mouth and nose first. Duty was one thing, suffering for the sake of suffering was another.

She can't assist with the magic fire, but she can reach out and get her hands under the shoulders of a body to move it into place. Unless there's protest.

"Need help?"