Qebhet ran her own cloth along Ronan's calves in slow, fluid movements, glancing up every so often to make sure that Marcie was still doing okay. The soapy water gradually took on a tinge of rust as they both worked to wash clean the stain of Ronan's death from his body. She was squeezing out her cloth over the bowl when Marcie spoke unexpectedly, and the mention of Kaden's name caused her gaze to snap up.
Marcie did know Kaden. And yet... she'd come alone. She'd said Ronan had nobody but her. What did that mean? (Maybe Ronan had been the one to put the gun in Kaden's hand. It could be as simple as that.)
"I've been trying to reach him," Qebhet said. She spoke softly, matching Marcie's volume, but the thread of worry in her voice was clearly audible. "I wasn't sure if... does he know about Ronan? Is he alright?"