Eleven had the right to be unsure about the whole idea of murdering that many people when they couldn't actually use their voices. They did have ways of telling them though and between the three of them, that was made it loud and clear.

Between the three of them waking up and somehow knowing what they did, it was clear what needed to be done.

Yennefer looks over to Eleven and takes enough care to be sympathetic to the way he was so obviously feeling. She then moves her gaze to Moiraine, eyes dropping momentarily to the dagger in her hand.

"I can do it without the spilling of blood," she offers quietly, knowing that the both of them wanted to shoulder the responsibility but that it could be done without any mess to clean up or for someone else to come along and discover.

The choice was theirs.