Elissa's body faded away even as he knelt there watching it. Damn this... this... magic. Nothing made sense about it at all! How could a body be there and then gone? How could 'the spirit of the wolf' descend on some one and rip their throat out? Her weapons would have to be carefully collected later but for now they were left where they had fallen as the Templar regained his footing and stood, though he stayed silent for some time recollecting his thoughts.

Keeping away from the poisoned weapons had been a wise course of action but it was the only thing Connor had done that he agreed with. Watching a stranger torn apart was a far cry from watching some one you had grown fond of over the months die in the same way. She had deserved a quick, clean death...
Obviously he should have handled it himself instead of relying on his son...

"It's done now."

There was no reason to speak on it any more. His thoughts were for himself, no one else and... he had no idea what he might say on the matter anyway.
A 'magical' son... a dead friend...
His voice was not to be trusted but lowered as it was he did speak if only to issue an order.

"We should check the others, to see that they are still themselves."