Okay.

[Petra echoes her friend in hopes that it might reassure her further, nodding as she offers a small but genuine smile of encouragement, gently squeezing the both of her shoulders before Hilda takes her hand.

Whatever it takes, they will see this through. There is no room for doubt between them.

She exhales as she collects herself once more, turning to sweep her gaze across the immediate area.]

You are right— I am doubting it could have been scrubbed completely clean, even if they were covering their tracks. Conflict leaves behind evidence. We will find something. We'll search here, then start asking questions— but I guarantee we will be finding a lead.

[They have to. She won't rest until they do. She takes a few steps in the opposite direction so that she and Hilda can cover more ground, dropping to one knee and lightly touching her fingers to the stone of the ground beneath them.]

Blood, or maybe a scrap of clothing... someone had to be retrieving the bodies left behind. They would have been in a hurry.