Yes, bury the bandits.

“I understand your point of view,” Teija nodded. “and I can't disagree that they earned their deaths, but I have to bury them. It would feel wrong not to.”

“You didn't pay me to bury bodies.” Killian responded coldly. “I will stand watch though.”

With a nod, the busty priestess walked to the back of the coach, to look through the supplies the wagon was carrying. Sure enough, she found a sturdy shovel to work with. Walking about fifty feet off the path, she began to dig a mass grave. She didn't go as deep as she would have liked, but got a respectable 3 feet, and wide enough to accommodate all six of the bandits they had slain.

Hours had passed as she worked to open the grave. Finally she stabbed the shovel in the ground, sweating profusely. All the while, her guardian sat atop the stage coach and watched for danger. Taking a moment to finish off the flask of water she had been drinking, she walked toward the dead men. Extending her powers, she picked them up two at a time, and floated them into the grave. Once they were in the hole, she formed a shimmering wall of energy, and used it as a giant shovel to push the mound of dirt back into place. It wasn't perfect, but it would have to suffice.

Gathering herself, and her tools, she walked back to the coach and put them away. All the while Killian watched her curiously. “Why didn't you dig the hole with your powers?”

The dirt soaked woman chuckled softly. “Because my control isn't that precise. Lift, yank, smash, push. All relatively blunt uses of my powers. Still working on finesse”

The mercenary nodded. “You didn't bury the driver.”

“He'll ride with you, we can return his body to the town.” She smiled grimly.

“As you like, hop in.” He nodded.

Climbing into the coach, she fell asleep within moments, tired from her exertions. When the coach came to a stop, she woke with a start, and glanced through the curtain to a dark sky.

Killian nodded to her, and opened the door to let her out. “What do you want to do first?” He asked her, holding his hand to help the tired woman out of the wagon.