Corvus wouldn't have complained about taking action, but Theory seemed to want to handle it. He wouldn't argue - the somber atmosphere of the night would arguing seem somehow inappropriate. He merely nodded quietly, noting the way her voice shook. He couldn't blame her for that, feeling quite deeply unsettled himself over this whole encounter. "Alright," he breathed finally, nodding in understanding.
This whole thing sucked. It reminded him even more of all Abaven had lost, and even more that what could've been lost had they not reacted promptly to the disaster. He decided not to watch as Theory approached the cat, deciding it was a vulnerable moment for all of them - the cat included - and staring seemed somehow inappropriate. He was silent instead, flinching at the sound, though eventually he lifted his gaze back to Theory's.
"I agree," he finally spoke, the words sounding like a sigh of relief. He moved to join her, digging at the other side of the hole too; the creature was a small one, and though he doubted scavengers would try to unbury its marred corpse, the thought of digging it a grave too shallow seemed unkind. He wasn't quite sure what else to say currently - the weight of the moment was heavy and felt stifling, and seemed to grab hold of his tongue and refuse to let go.
