It took time to clear the hall of so many people, and more time to clean up from the aftermath of Acolyte Holm's attack. Despite the bitter cold outside, Carwyn ordered the shutters to be opened, at least for a few minutes to allow fresh air to cleanse the hall of the smell of death and fear as he tried to figure out how he would speak to his people now that the village had lost its religious leader.
"Barsali?" Olwyna said, pulling Carwyn out of his thoughts as his heavily pregnant wife approached the serpentine warrior with tentative, slow steps as she held her hand out to the warrior who had just demonstrated how quickly he could move between quiet stillness and deadly violence.
"Thank you," she said hesitantly when she drew close enough to reach out and grab one of his large, scaly hands with both of her much smaller hands. "I, I don't know the words," she said as she glanced nervously at Loftur for help.
