Shelby's dark brow furrows as she glances at the remains of Old Megus. What had caused the woman's ribcage to grow those terrible spikes? She looks about for any clue to the woman's demise.
Once satisfied with her ignorance or a solution, the warpriestess settles into a corner of the small dwelling, getting out her whetstone and a cloth and beginning her nightly ritual of sharpening and polishing her sword. With the repetitive, nightly ritual, some normalcy returned to her life. The anguish and humiliation of earlier was dulled, and she felt her connection with Iomedae become strengthened once again. What a weak vessel, she was. Her dark eyes remained fixed on her task, ignoring those around her unless they called her by name.
Archibald gets a sheet or something and covers the corpse. He then lays out his bed roll and promptly passes out. He had done much traveling, but this was, by far, the hardest trip he had ever undertaken.
Datura peers through each of the rooms suspiciously, finding the aged and rotted contents slightly disturbing. As they look the interior of the house over, he focuses on any signs of danger or threat to them if they sleep within. He also examines each instance of mold to ensure they are just mundane and not something borne of the old witch's meddling with alchemical recipes. He has a little experience with seemingly benign plant life turned dangerous. Absentmindedly he strokes Awd's petals.
As the others settle in, he reminds them all, "Awd will be awake with you all night. If she jumps after something, be wary, it could be anything edible from minor vermin to unfamiliar humanoid."
After spending a few minutes curiously looking over the corpse, trying to treat the deceased with dignity while probing for answers, Liera sets up her own bedroll, awkwardly wriggling into it. She spends a while laying on her side, stroking her sleeping familiar, before allowing herself to sleep.