Piamuen crinkled her nose at the gore. It was all display, truly. Disgusting, flashy display. There were subtler ways to secure souls, and she'd bet Limadan knew more than a few.
She lifted herself up from her feet, and placed a foot in the air behind Limadan, as if walking on invisible stairs. Then she actually did start walking on invisible stairs, climbing until her feet were on par with his shoulders, then she simply tiptoed over and stood on them, sliding into a sitting position. Her legs dangled around his chest, and she was small enough to him that she could very well have been some sort of eccentric headdress, for how comfortably she fit there.
She propped her elbows up carefully on his helmet and rested her head in her hands, watching the grisly murder boredly.
"Is there any reason you decide to make it so... extravagant?" She asked, still watching the woman in front of the both of them.