The cleanup started before anyone formally said it should.
That was the thing about people who had just survived something together. Nobody needed to announce that the bodies needed moving or that the fires needed fully dousing or that the soldiers Arthur had left behind, the ones breathing and conscious and sitting against walls with their hands bound by whatever rope the villagers had produced, needed to be consolidated somewhere defensible. It just happened, the way things happened when a group of people had been through enough together that they had stopped waiting for instruction and started reading the situation themselves.
