Errast nods. "Oh, she's quite dead. That pig-nose wanna be did a number on her already. Just look at her blade! She's viscious! Like her and all her flesh eating brothers and sisters!
The woman simply smiles at the comment and breathes in much more deeply. Lest this be taken for any type of relaxation, however, Aekalos notices that the grip of the handle of her weapon is clenched quite tightly and her eyes are locked onto Errast. Although her eyes are focused on Errast, she speaks to Aekalos. "If you choose to side with the liar, I will have repaid my service to you by warning you. I will simply leave rather than fight the both of you."
Errast grins. "Now that you are outmatched, you want to negotiate? So you can go alert the village, no doubt!"
Aekalos does notice that the standoff seems to be stable as the half-orc and Errast are happy exchanging words. He is able to check on the state of Maris, and she is indeed dead. Her body has not gone cold, but it is definately not a temperature of the living. Rigidity has not yet set in. She does appear to have a fair amount of defensive wounding on her hands, arms, and chest; and the wounds appear to be made by sweeping cuts from a blade or axehead. Some of the wounds are quite deep, deep enough to result in death. However, Aekalos does continue to notice a distinct lack of blood on the ground underneath where it should have flowed from the defensive wounds.