"It is not okay--" Glacius starts to protest, but then any other words die in his gills when he feels her breath hitch, and he knows he hast to act. He has to go get her help, before...

... It's too late.

The realization rolls through him heavily, like a great and powerful wave crashing down upon his shoulders and forcing him under roiling waves. Maketh's body isn't moving any more--not even her chest, no pained or labored breathing moving her ribcage-- and her expression has gone empty. The ice alien curses again, bows his head sorrowfully... but he ultimately knows he does not have time to sit and mourn. Whoever did this to the two guardsmen before him is likely still out there, and if he could not aid her here and now, then he will honor her loss by carrying out her instructions and making sure this cruelty is stopped before it can spread too far.

He'll return to remove the bodies shortly and make sure they are laid somewhere more peaceful... for now, he has a job to do.