Kaisa helps, though it's not as though they need her strength. They're so damn small, too small, too skinny, too light. But she helps anyway, and offers the children the little bit of candy she'd managed to grab in her rush to leave--mostly just bits of string dipped in various flavors, easy enough for even weak things like they are to chew on, she figures. Maybe it'll help. Maybe she's just trying to ease herself.

The two tasks are put on the table, and Kaisa's first instinct is to offer to help take care of the body. The others here have already seen too much of it, and she'd rather have to deal with it, than make them spend any more time around it. But then she looks at Yngvi's keg, and glances around at the others around her. The keg is lighter than it should be, but that doesn't mean it's light.

"I can help pull it," She offers. She's pretty sure that's the right decision, to help do something that'll be easier for her than the others.