"He's dead," was the first thing Emmeline said. It seemed the more important thing to communicate than a greeting, even though Kingsley had likely already figured out that the man at her feet was dead. And so was the body in his arms, she could tell that at a glance. It was a young boy - oh, that was unfortunate. They had lived through this, all of this, no matter how far down they'd been pushed, but that young man was dead. "I'm sorry," was the next thing she said, in acknowledgment of the fact that the boy seemed to be important to Kingsley.
She looked at Kingsley, then, looked beyond the features she recognized in his face to see the blood. He was covered in it, so much so that it was odd she hadn't processed it in the first place. But he was standing, carrying the boy. "You should get medical attention, if any of that blood is yours."