He moved smoothly, leaving Lucanis to Assan's constant presence against his leg for a moment as he patted down and retrieved the daggers. It didn't get easier, just leaving people behind. Even if he followed no particular god and held no specific form of burial sacred, there was always the twist of wrongness in simply leaving a person to rot like carrion.

"It doesn't seem like it, I know." He murmured as he offered to take Lucanis' weight again and start heading out. "But it's good it still hurts. It means they're still people."

To him, as a Gray Warden that saw little but the aftermath of a Darkspawn attacks and could simply chalk such deaths up to being unavoidable and unnoteworthy, and to Lucanis, a Crow that, at least in Davrin's eyes, could far too easily slip into seeing all lives as little more than names on a ledger. It was good people still mattered to them both.