Reynard's mentions of strange burns leaves Harrowheart nodding. As he follows him to the promised corpse he asks, "Were you in the fight, Reynard? Did you see what was goin' on? How folks got those burns?"

He stops his casual conversation when the sheet is peeled back. The face is finally revealed to him, and Harrowheart's eyes alight. He turns a proud grin to Reynard and pats him on the back for a corpse well found, then kneels down beside the body.

"There you are..." he says, sounding all too pleased. Not generally the sort of reaction of one seeing a dead body, but wouldn't it be normal for the dead to greet each other with the same excitement of the living? Perhaps...

Without looking to Reynard for any sort of permission Harrowheart presses his hand to the chest of the corpse. Sparks of violet magic arc around his hand and disappear into the body, and as he rises to his feet once more so too does the body of the woman. Her limp head lolls with her movements, her arms hang loose at her sides, and her milky eyes stare sightlessly in strange directions with no sense of thought behind them.

Harrowheart pats Reynard's shoulder again. "Thanks for findin' her for me, Rey. I thought I'd be lookin' all day."