She finally looks away as he hurls the body away through the trees. Killing in here was one thing, but it made her feel sick thinking of them being treated so thoughtlessly afterwards, knowing no one in here deserved that.

The blood on her own face doesn't bother her too much, making her feel more fierce, but she reluctantly wipes a sleeve over her face at Tom's urging, unable to stop herself smiling just a little with his praise. "There wasn't any reason to draw it out. He wasn't bad, just unlucky."