Melinda blinked owlishly at the wizard as he approached. She got the vague impression of a uniform, but it was really hard to think clearly for some reason. What had he asked? Oh. Right. "They're dead," she got out, voice hoarse as if she'd been crying, but she hadn't, had she? She couldn't tell with all the rain. And shouldn't she be cold? Why wasn't she cold?
Her face ashen, Melinda just...sat, her legs giving out without warning and she couldn't care that her 185 galleon dress was getting ruined.