Viara heard Thren calling after her as she went off into the undergrowth. She was at once relieved and annoyed. The Captain actually hadn't wanted to go alone and was grateful for Thren's company coming up behind her, but she also had a visceral reaction to even the gentlest command in his voice. She chose to ignore it, however, and let him come up behind her after the pause to do -- whatever it was he had done. Her blade was out and she went back towards the bodies on the ground first, meaning to show him. She did not acknowledge that he'd said anything at all, instead letting out a breath and finally lifting her eyes to his as they reached the reeking corpses.
Vi shuddered then, pointing out the bloated purple bodies.
"Do...you know what they are?" It was difficult for Viara to keep a straight face around Thren and she didn't quite try, letting her brow furrow and the corners of her mouth turn down. "There's an elf, too. I'm worried for the camp, it should be just past that knot of thick trees there... but... I'm worried it'll be a slaughter. I can't smell any blood, but, these things..." She retched a little, standing and turning away from then, hand twitching over the hilt of her blade. "There's nothing for it but to look, is there?" Viara reached out small fingers to curl around Thren's forearm, taking in and out deep breaths as she looked towards the trees.
She thought she saw a fire, and beyond the smell of stench, there was the ever-so-much-more-lovely smell of burning flesh. "Maker...Thren, are they burning them?" She looked, and then made a soft sound in her throat, moving off towards the sight of the fire through the thick trunks of the trees. Her sword was drawn, her small silhouette contrasting sharply against the orange glow throwing against the trees.
She tried to pitch her voice bravely. It only cracked a little.