"I am so very sorry," Shen Qingqiu says. He can't tell where Zivia's spirit is, if it's even conscious yet or still confused by its sudden departure from the mortal coil, but if she's somewhere nearby he wants...He wants to show her proper respect.

He gathers himself and carefully carries her body into the shadow of a nearby stoop where a rosebush grows, ignoring the tug of the thorns as he lays her to the rest on the other side. Safe from the gaze of passerby. It feels a little furtive, like he's trying to cover up a crime, but...it's not really like that. He's just trying to ensure that her body will disappear quickly, and preserve her dignity. Perhaps if he is fortunate, there'll be someone around to do the same to him, in eighteen or twenty hours.

In the event he finds himself standing over Drelasa and his corpse and sighs with an exhaustion that may not be physical but is still very, very real, before looking around himself for some company. He's so weary that he can't even be embarrassed by the prospect that yet another person might have seen him like that, bleeding from every orifice of his face and slavering like some of kind rabid beast.