The silence that followed Lysandra's question didn't last long, but it wasn't broken hastily either. Kael didn't answer immediately; instead, he looked away from her and began walking through the clearing, as if the answer wasn't in words, but scattered there, among the bodies, the blood, and the traces of what had happened.
He passed one of the men working, completely ignoring the brief hesitation he caused as he approached, and stopped beside one of the most damaged bodies. He knelt down unceremoniously, as if it were just another technical detail to be analyzed, and not something that would make any ordinary person recoil.
His eyes scanned the wounds attentively.
Without haste.
Without revulsion.
He turned the body slightly, observing the angles, the depth of the cuts, the absence of certain patterns that would normally be there.
