[She pats the bone, frowning as she feels its solidness; as a vegan from a society who cremate their dead, she's not had much experience touching actual bones. They seem to be reassuringly solid and not at all slimy as she imagined an unburnt bone possibly might be.]

Then we shall journey together. Will you pluck those from the floor for me? I will lay them out.

[she kneels to pull rope from her pack]