"Yes." She lifted the bag of clothes she'd brought with her, the trousers and teeshirt she'd ended up buying for him. The tee was a copy of a tee of his she'd been going to bring, that he'd left with her because it had car grease across it and she had been going to try and get it cleaned. But when she'd picked it up, she found it still smelled of him, and she couldn't bear to part with it. So she'd found one the same in a shop to represent it.
Getting clothes on a cold corpse was difficult. Marcie struggled, even following Qebhet's instruction as best she could.