Redhawk Caldera sundown over ghost town

"Of course," She answered easily. There was no way she would leave the girl's fate a mystery and now, she was glad she hadn't. Wondering, like they had with Tezcacoatl, was more stressful than she'd been willing to admit at the time. At least this way, they would know. They would have closure. And they wouldn't go wandering all over hell's half acre to find her. 

Bright eyes flickered to him at the comment, making an agreeable sound as if she knew that he was just talking to talk. The big male (gosh he practically dwarfed her) was not in a state to have a conversation right now, which she was okay with. She was here if he wanted to talk. She was here if he didn't. Either way, they would experience this leg of sorrow and grief together. Slowing a bit, she bumped his shoulder gently with hers, a comforting gesture. Sure, she was a stranger but sometimes it was nice to have something to remind you that you weren't alone. 

Evenutally, with much silence and an equal amount of unspoken sorrow, they reached the patch of upturned earth. Vultures no longer circled over head but they might return as they carried her back. She would keep an eye out for them. "Here," She announced softly, going to begin the process of removing the dirt over her body.