"I don't want to ruin anything else," Felix told Edwin, though he was a little curious to know if someone had gone into his room to grab things without permission. Somehow he doubted it. "Don't want to ruin anything else." After all, even with clean clothes he'd still be covered in blood. Part of him hoped that maybe there was trouble with the stupid mill wheel by the time he got back so he'd have an excuse to truck through the river, to just soak everything. He supposed he didn't really need a reason.
He was never going to admit it, but it was weirdly comforting to know that the house dad was probably on his way. Having more than just the four of them dealing with this shit was a relief, maybe. Hell, Oliver was some kind of military, wasn't he? He probably had to deal with hanging around corpses at some point. Maybe he'd have something useful to say about all this shit.
Jack watched as the flames caught, standing close to the others and just behind, focusing more on the foliage than the form they were covering. "Should...uh...should we say something? Does anybody know if he was religious at all?"