Haroun proceeds to watch as Stabby picks up his friend and strides away. Marussa in particular, she wasn't, Harold can't claim that she was his wet-nurse, she was only hired a year ago, Haroun didn't have a crush on her she was with Aralin. But Marussa told stories when they traveled together. She'll never tell any stories again. Part of his mind, it might or might not be the part that's in shock, muses distantly about how the pain of losing a not-too-close friend seems in some strange way compounded by the pain of losing all the cash he has on him, and seeing it given to the killer, by a woman who could as easily have dispensed justice, but didn't.
The strange girl could have her reasons. A vow, a 『Geas』, a custom of her people. Her clothes fall off if her sword takes a life.
"What now?" Haroun says to the woman. His hands are trembling on his mage-robes. He keeps it together anyways.