Both of the men look like they know what they're doing, and Nerys isn't sure how she feels about that--not entirely. Then again, she's really one to judge, considering some of the shit she's done.

"Seeing as I brought it up, I'm willing to go," she says, "cover whichever ground the two of you aren't--if I can find a partner. We can take the cliffs, anyway, and be there and back again with no more than a day lost."

There's a hint of steel in her expression, as if she dares anyone to think she's not capable. She's not afraid of hauling bodies; hell, hauling injured people is far, far worse. Some part of Nerys that she will never voice almost wants to find the two dead, a far less terrifying explanation than that they've effectively vanished, and far less brutal than wounds and infection they won't be able to treat.

Part of Nerys, frankly, never left the Resistance.