She had been prepared for this. As prepared for it as she could have been, and yet when they'd removed the body - Walter - from the place he'd been...impaled, Rowan felt her stomach turn. She'd raised her free hand up to her mouth, but by then Malfoy had already succumbed to what her body was threatening to do, and she didn't feel as bad.

She'd kept silent most of the time, only responding to his jabs every once in a while as she muttered spells to the pipe in front of her - removing blood. She'd forgotten she was able to use magic to clean the blood, but instead she'd conjured a rag and was working on it manually. Something to get her mind off the fact that they had Walter's body wrapped in a blanket just a few feet away.

Finally at his most recent comment, she dropped the rag, wiping the last of the blood from her hands and sighing. "I don't....I don't know if I killed him." She admitted, still looking down at her hands. "I can't remember."

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