Still wary of the task at hand, Tilney attempted his best as his characteristicly glowing mindframe. The idea of disturbing the bones of the dead irritated him immensely and stirred some of the the deeper strings in his heart, but if it meant they could finally have a proper burial he would be more than happy to help with the task at hand.
Peatree had swooped ahead, thin wings outstretched and hoping to tame the violent sea winds to his aid. This was no place for a baby bat however and the young chiroptera could only glide at a reasonably low altitude, springing from tree to tree. How the little one admired Hemlock and his wings - he watched with great desire as the owl tackled the swallowing breeze with ease and floated without trouble.
Tilney collected his little bonded mammal from where he hung clung to a branch, scared of the fight the wind gave and ventured out to the southern-most point of the beach where the debris lay in scarred lines etched by the tide. His favorite cloak donned and cheating the wind, Tilney did not feet quite as much of the sea sprays bite.

Queen Alyssanne was there already, picking apart the moss and bone and begining her own pile. Tilney did wonder how she should she would actually carry all these bones back to Kisamoa, and so he removed his prized green cloak, set it beside the pile and then begun to scrape the bones into it. "That will help to transport them." The doctor uttered to the Queen, a woman he still did not respect but perhaps wished to apologise for his words and brash behaviour. On both sides pride interfered it seemed.

Tilney began by lifting large areas of caked down moss and seaweed, general sea-waste like coral and salt that had been dried into the earth.
The ginger one found himself wondering as he worked just what the Queen was thinking. Green eyes looking over her as she studiously tossed through moss, he wondered if the bones saddened her. Something told him that she did not; that she was hard at work and focussed on the task at hand with not much thought to go with it. What Tilney uncovered was usually nothing of significance and merely clearing the way south, but on occasion an ominous off-white bone would strike his antlers as he dug; at one point a whole unicorn's skull, a perfect horn still hilted to it's front.

The excavated remains were transported to the cloak-pile by Peatree, who in utter adoration for Hemlock had begun his own tiny pile to the right of the major one (of which included one flower that he had collected, intended as a gift for said hero). The bigger bones, the kind that could not be carried by a little bat, were piled across Tilneys antlers and carried back to the cloak.