The boy, Nate Bareen, sits silently holding his knees and rocking back and forth as he stares at his grandfather's ruined corpse.
Florian Secalli peers anxiously out over Sylvain's shoulder, but Magatha pushes past him and examines Bran. She seems momentarily confused by his avian anatomy, and takes her time but eventually shakes her head, gently clsoing his eyelids.
"He was a brave man." She then squints up at the moon, hanging their bright above them, "No, no, its not quite full Master Secalli, we haver another night to prepare for the Hound's coming at least." She turns to Thaddeus, "Should we bury your friend here? Or cremate him? I don't know your people's customs..."