Someone will probably be around to gather and burn these, and any plants afflicted. Toby's not at all sure what to do with the carcasses herself. Everyone she and her people have fought have been Yeerks infesting hosts, and when it's possible they try to treat the bodies with care like what they give to those who died free. Even the humans, even the Taxxons. Had these creatures been people of a sort, whipped to a frenzy by the infection, or had it altered them and drove them to group tactics and tool use?

Maybe it doesn't matter.

"Yes, and it isn't pleasant. I'll be fine with some attention, though. How is your Lion?" She stirs, about to rise and then stopping herself. Steven is clearly troubled and she doesn't know if arranging the bodies will help him or not, but she should ask when the moment presents itself.