Nolwenn, by merit of never having moved far from the cliff's edge, is already standing over her dead companions by the time The Red Horns lands, tears in her eyes. And there they are, the tabaxi who never lacked for a joke and the steel maiden whose strength had seemed unending, just...there. She nods along with Red's eulogizing. Bliksem, I wish I had something more for you than a joke, but maybe that's what you'd have wanted...

When the tiefling bends over to take pieces from the corpses, though, Nolwenn is shocked. "What are you doing?" she askes indignantly, "you don't even know if she's dead! And are you just going to keep carrying that around for...whatever you do with all those things you take? If I died right here, would you be chopping my finger off for later?"