Kaelara pauses mid-step as the key clatters near her boot. She glances down, then up at Ludwig, taking in his disheveled state with a wary look. Bending down, she picks up the key but doesn’t hand it over just yet.

"Depends," she says, voice even. "If I agreed to deliver it, then I’d deliver it. Dead or not, the job's still the job. But if they’re gone, the package becomes something else—evidence, leverage, maybe even trouble I didn’t sign up for."

She flicks the key up, catching it in her gloved palm. "Why? You got something that needs delivering, or are you just killing time with riddles?"