Leave their robes on. Find wood — and metal, if you can. The caravan; we need rid of it too.

[ bodies don’t burn well. better, once the fat splits free, but they'll need help.

more importantly: it's something for idle hands to do. a task to get them out of isaac's grim face and off at something useful (he doesn't like this any better than the other times, the other faces).

slightly muffled, from beneath the cloth wound about his mouth, ]

Your gloves will keep you, [ probably. they'll find out. ] Just don't go chewing it.

[ to the nearest person: ]

Help me move them?