If it were a more cheerful occasion, she might have snorted at the pelts, recalling those goofy slankets that she liked so much. But right now, it's just another reminder of the terrible state of the world, that takes things that have no right leaving. Her gaze dwells on the pelts, but she tears her eyes away to look at the others, and then Kit.

"I still don't like that there's only one guard." She voices the worry that she told Kit in the crystal conversation. "But I'll keep an eye out." Truthfully, she almost wishes that more guards appear, just enough that Kaisa can take out some of the anger curdling like old milk in her stomach.

"What's the body? Is it an enemy, or--" She can't finish the sentence. She's seen children's bodies before, it's not like the darkspawn care who they kill. But it's something you never get used to. It's something Kaisa never wants to get used to.