Jaethal freezes in front of the dead elven girl. It's hard to read anything on the inquisitor's face, but her

Jaethal freezes in front of the dead elven girl. It's hard to read anything on the inquisitor's face, but her posture suggests tension, the trembling force of a tightly stretched bowstring. "What a lovely child... and she looks so like my Nortellara. Even death could not twist her beauty."