Carver put a hand on the man's shoulder. "Do not, my friend. Down that path lies madness. There will come a time to mourn for the fallen and commend their souls to the heavens, but now we must turn our minds to those that may still be saved." 

The paladin bent down and hoisted the witch none-too gently over his shoulder. "Such as those waiting for us, for example. Kelvin, Alula, the gnome and the half-elf are nearby - I have not seen Rose in some time."

Carver turned, and began carrying the witch back to camp.