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It wasn't really that Lenny was grieving, per say. She hadn't really known Matty, not well, and there were others here who had. But there was something about the angle of the body, the blood on the ground, the sheer height of the fall that had gotten to her. And perhaps it wasn't her place to feel right now, but she did all the same.

The girl was shaken out of her staring at the body when Aibreann spoke, silver eyes flicking up to the medic. A quick shake of her head and she offered the woman a small, grim smile. "I'll uh, I can dig a grave. For his burial," she offered quietly, voice remarkably steady. If there was anything she was good for, it was physical labor, and if that was how she could best help the pack, that was how she'd do it. 

Kyr padded in then and Lenny felt her nose press against her temple, and she turned in the direction her sister led. She'd dig a grave while Aibreann cleaned Matty up. It was the least she could do to help.