[PQ] (se) Keeper of the Dead

Isla take your medicine Smiling and nodding at Aamu's acceptance, Isla takes a some soft leather gloves from her pockets to slip them on - who knows what sharp parts might be left on the prototypes, and besides which, she doesn't want to contaminate anything if possible. Drawing up beside the cart as Aamu takes it up, they trundle off into the darkened town. It might not be LongNight any more, but with the smoking ruin of buildings and their jagged silhouettes on the horizon, it feels sinister enough. Isla doesn't find any whole bodies, not at a first glance. Pieces, though? There are pieces aplenty, and she gathers up what used to be an arm (though it has too many fingers on the hand) and a lump of metal and flesh that's supposed to be a torso to add them to the cart. "What would have happened to these, I wonder, if we weren't out here doing this work?"