A few minutes passed as the group paid their full respect to the dead comrades. It took them some time to calm down and stop their tears and while it was far from enough to make them think properly again, they could at least stop for a moment and look around.
"Get *sniff* some blankets… We need to cover them." One mercenary said with a low tone. His expression was ghostly but he still stood up and approached their corpses as he slowly pulled them down and started laying them on the ground.
He was struggling to look at the corpses with those hideous injuries. This was by far the worst experience of his entire life. But, with sheer will and years of experience, he was able to force all that pain and horror down his throat and focus on his task. Leaving his friends' corpses not properly taken care of was way worse than any of that.
