Sprat was the closest thing the Everafters had to a doctor. This meant she was put in charge of taking care of all of them, making sure they didn't die. But since she was only a nurse, she couldn't do everything. And without the hospital and its supplies, there was even less she could do. She knew that, but it didn't help the guilt and sorrow she felt at all the dead.
Briar, the first blood in a new war. She'd died by dragon fire, and it had helped Charming's cause. He'd gotten his army, and the Everafters saw the truth: they needed to fight. But she'd left behind a heartbroken man who'd never be the same.
Frau Phefferchekenhaus, who died in battle, because she wanted to, if she was going to die, die doing something, defending herself. She was too old for war. Many of them were, like Gepetto. To never see her bright, smiling face again, torturing someone in what she called 'dentistry,' in reality only a farce, but still her passion, was heartbreaking.
Max, who had only ever wanted to help Charming. He'd died because he couldn't leave his mirror. Charming could have saved him, but he chose to save Reggie instead, because Reggie wasn't his to break.
And there were more, so many more, who all died to try and stop the Scarlet Hand, who laid down their lives for a good cause. Sometimes she wondered if it was worth it. After all, wasn't life more important?