A glance is given down to the orders in-hand. A slow shake of the head is given, as eyes slowly slide over the cursive, "... The dates of the death are too staggered." Comes the admission. Sibyl had always had issues with cursive, but the smaller words made sense. It helped that this was likely scribed by an assistant, rather than the author herself. But at the same time, with how fiercely competitive appearances can be in academia, there's a sliver of a chance that it might even be from the author itself. A thought crosses the Student's mind. Something about forgery. Just how much power do Scribes have, beneath their masters? Comes the thought, before a few blinks clear the mind, eyes turning back down to the paper itself.
A man and a woman. Both human. The woman was found starved in the poorer Prisms. A precariat. The body was removed to preserve public health. It's been in legal limbo since. Sibyl can't quite make out the details out all other than these very, very basic facts. The man was apparently a criminal pending investigation. The case was finished, but no-one came to claim the corpse. Nothing of the legal matters covered is easily comprehended in the slightest. The times of death are trials apart, but... Perhaps there's a connection between the two?
"When we reach the Academy, we'll be forced to unwrap the bodies regardless. The faces and hands here, and everything else, when we actually reach our destination." The student instead offers, as a glance is given in the direction of Wald. A blank blink is given, as the man admits his fear, "Ah-- Well. Such things happen. It is why the remaining outlanders stay the way they are, no?" A tactful avoidance of the fact that the student was more asking about fears aimed at the bodies, rather than in general. ... Perhaps out of respect for the man's pride, not correcting him, and prying further into the issue.
A knit of the lips to the side, however, as the student considers something, "... They shouldn't have those rings." Comes the admission. Eyes slowly trailing back to the Mortuary long since left behind, "The Mortician should've processed that through. ... Strange. I've never... Seen something like that be missed."
The two enter the alleyway.