Perhaps Eric didn't want his physical help in moving the body, or perhaps even to bury it, but he would be there to lay the phantom to rest. He had to be. He had done this thing, though he hadn't wanted any of this to end in death, and he would make sure that his mate had a shoulder if he needed one.
Without a word, Macklyn moved after Eric, he would stay a foot or two behind, but he would be there.
Mara flapped on his shoulder, working to keep her balance as he moved. She would need to get used to being paired with an entity that was much quicker than a human, or even the unliving thing that Eric used to be before Macklyn's blood had changed him.