Right. That’s fair. [Emotionally, Hector is stripped bare, like the surviving trees in the wake of a hurricane whose leaves have been violently wrenched away. There’s nothing left to feel when he looks at Isaac’s body.]

It’s going to take a while to build a pyre large enough to incinerate the corpse.

[Bodies don’t burn easily. It takes effort to make it happen. Don’t think about that, his mind cautions through the numbness.

He turns to Sypha.]

Unless you can... [He wiggles his fingers to convey, ‘use your awesome and terrible fire magic to speed the process along’. Otherwise, they’ll likely not be able to set sail for another day, if they’re truly committed to seeing Isaac destroyed beyond recall.]