"You mean... Queen Polly and Prince Gallagher are both dead?"
Colin stared at the ashen-faced Great Knight and repeated in surprise.
Burns remained silent. Even if Queen Polly had brought her fate upon herself, as a Guardian Knight of the Royal Family, it was his dereliction of duty.
"Let's head back," sighed Colin.
He had not expected such an event to occur...
"Yes," Burns responded softly, hopping on one leg beside the bodies of Polly and the other, hefting them up one by one.
Perhaps because he was standing on one leg, what should have been a simple action seemed nearly enough to make him fall over.
"Your leg... is injured?" Colin asked.
"Mmm," Burns nodded silently.
Colin pondered for a moment, then conjured a force field to lift the bodies of Polly and the other off Burns's shoulders.
He looked around at the deep dark jungle and continued,
"Let's go, I'll fly you back."
