Torineach Lann:
"Without power you cannot defeat evil. Faith without strength is meaningless."
Caith looks to the skies, perhaps seeking patience in the infinite space, then addresses Lann in a voice devoid of emotion
"Perhaps is is arrogant of me to correct an apprentice trained by the renowned witches of Clan Gar, but I think ye will find that strength without self-control is both feared and despised."
She does not look or speak to Lann again while the last preparations to leave are made, but spares a moment to speak with the again scowling knight and the Hearthwarden.
Her solemn tone is at odds with the impish glint in her eyes as she offers her own hard learned lesson of
"An narrow path, in my own opinion, suits only a mind so narrow that it can nay admit to any flaw in it's thinking."
Caith shrugs and adds
"...But it may be arrogant of me to say so." with a smile.
She nods in agreement with Alphail's wise words, and goes about the business of foraging food for the living while also searching for a dead man's corpse in silence, concentrating on the tasks at hand.
The scraps of maille, torn flesh and splintered bone draw a frown from her, followed by a long look at the sparse collection that Lann gathers so carefully.
The hedgewitch puts a hand to the weeping Lann's shoulder and says gently
"Ye have reaped the harvest ye sowed. It is nay wise to linger here unless ye wish to see all of us dead."