vidarr, ur dumb, sorry, love ur wife

Not that she knew, of course. Bylgja wanted to recoil on some level as she approached the crypt with her company. She hoped they wouldn't find the course of the mercy-killed wolf; it hadn't been long enough for her smell to have left entirely, and that may make things... complicated. But they were meant to search for herbs, so Bylgja simply shrugged her shoulders and strode past Tenshi and Tomie.

She cast a look about. "Careful splitting up. This is big place." She peered at Tomie, ears twitching. Bylgja did remember the way the younger woman had looked at her, that panicked, flustered expression.

The bulky healer adjusted her axe and glanced about, circling a column and examining it before scraping some moss off the column. Moss, at least, was always useful. "Maybe scraps of something for bandages down here?" She was at least trying to be hopeful.