The furrow between Gwenaëlle's brow settles as she rolls her lip under her teeth, looking slightly more troubled than is probably reassuring their prospective extra refugees that the no given by Bastien and then again by Isaac is so sure a thing. That isn't really the part of it that troubles her, only working her way through the thing. If he trusts the boat, then three extra refugees probably at least means being able to clean this up behind them without distressing them too much more in the doing of it,

probably they are going to have to kill them. Bastien and Isaac have said no, and yes, probably still hangs heavy in the air.

And: yes, probably, after we figure out if we can wring out of them how they were tipped off. And if any of their neighbours have to die, too, which would be unideal and probably messier.

“You should gather your things,” she says, to Vorenia mostly because she seems the more with it in the moment, picking up Isaac's thread, “whatever we have to do, I think it won't be safe for you to linger after.”

Maybe the house burns down, and these two skeletons could be taken for Vorenia and Gal.