Gretel doesn't begin to cry until after she has collected their payment, until after she's witnessed the stream running red with the consequence of her brother's negligence. Edward allows her tears to soak into his shoulder as they make their way deeper into the forest, Hansel's body shrouded safely on the cart.
They, and her tears, don't stop until sunset threatens through the trees.
Edward is as gentle with Hansel's body as he is with Gretel, large hands softly laying him down on carefully stacked wood.
It turns out that burning is the best way to dispose of white witches too.
By the flickering light of Hansel's pyre, smoke billowing and bringing tears to her eyes, Gretel opens her mother's grimoire and starts to read.