Trauma was not something Nami was entirely unfamiliar with, but she'd never experienced death up close and personal like this. She wasn't quite sure how she was supposed to feel about it all though and the feelings she did have felt misplaced somehow. Like she somehow wasn't entitled to them. She was fatigued when she finally awoke and only when she started moving did all those emotions flood her, like a dam that had abruptly failed. Though she was sore and bruised, she wouldn't complain because she was fine, she was alive.
The same couldn't be said for some of the intruders.
The scent of death and decay was already heavy on the air long before she entered the maze. That was not all she noticed, though - a few wolves had already arrived, no doubt to begin cleaning up the mess left behind. This was there home, after all. Even if it was hard they couldn't leave bodies here to waste away and attract more unwanted visitors. Her nose wrinkled as she found her way to Hanzo and Askell, her expression solemn, if not a little perturbed. "How can I help?" She was not a healer who could tend to the injured, nor someone who could begin to unpack the reasons why this had happened - she could, however, do grunt work if it was needed.
