"Sword's fine. It's not against the rules to wear armor, it just goes to," Haroun has to stop to swallow, "Aralin's family or beneficiaries."
Haroun stops the horses and climbs down to enter the carriage proper. He is the one who knows where the clothing is stored, and which clothes are Aralin's casual.
Two dead friends and five dead bandits make for a lot of blood, and it's blocking easy access to the travel chest.
Haroun stops and leans against the carriage door, looking as casual about it as he can. The Summoned Hero probably isn't impressed with boys who get nauseous at the sight of a little blood.
...or would she react differently from that? Haroun's mental picture of Summoned Heroes hasn't really been all that accurate so far.
"Hey," Haroun says. He steps back from the carriage door, because trying to inhale directly is a mistake. He swallows again. "I don't know - what your level is of being disturbed by blood - but if it doesn't make you sick at all, I might ask you - to pull a couple of the bodies out of the way - or help me out here, if we're both equally sick about it." Bodies are heavy, aren't they? He's never had to move a body before.