"We'd better be, I'm not doing this for charity." She replied grimly, and finally begins helping Sam move the pile of ashes, grimacing behind her mask the entire time. There is going to be no bath that will completely make this feeling of grossness go away. She wished she'd had more than one set of armor, so she could consider burning this set. As it was, she'd just have to wash it. A lot. Maybe smoke it out.

And pray over it a bit.

She nods after he suggests keeping the piles small. And with a small sigh, gets to work, sorting the ashes into small piles. There was no doubt they were getting all mixed up, but there was only so much they could do. A pity, but that was life, particularly with a plague.

"Think of this--at least these corpses won't be coming after us, huh?"