Vera’s answer earned her a look but bland look as the tips of her cloak brushed across the top of the grass. Elemmire waited for a moment before speaking dryly, “Doesn’t take much to figure –that- out,” as she stopped before one of the fallen assailants.
Detachedly, she picked up a stick to rifle through the corpse of one assailant and moved onto the next with equal dispassionate efficiency. Elemmire wasn’t sure what she was looking for except a faint hope that she might find something to shed some light on the assailants but to no avail. The elf paused in her efforts when human spoke. Again, Vera’s words were met with little reaction except the mildest lift of the elf’s eyebrow signifying the hint of humour she felt in reaction to the underlying bluntness in Vera’s words.
Elemmire couldn’t deny the determination in the younger woman’s words but then, the elf found it strange how the human identified with such strong affiliation to the fallen White Riders whom Elemmire would have thought were just her guards. She gave Vera a once over, noting the finery beneath the dirt and mud but keeping her thoughts to herself. The elf looked down at the corpses around but refused to touch them. She turned slightly towards the road, her left hand reaching up to adjust the straps of her bags and shift the weight from one side of her body to the other. It would be a long journey to the next village – one that would be hardly arduous if one had enough supplies and made good speed.
The elf cut across the grass silently and decisively but stopped in mid-step to look back over her shoulders. Her lips twitched for a nanosecond before reaching out unexpectedly to pick up a flaming branch. Irregardless of Vera’s words, Elemmire set lit to the nearby corpses – both assailant and White riders alike.
“We shouldn’t tarry too long.” Elemmire said clippedly as she made a motion in the thin air with the wind picking up to spread the flames around the corpses.