"They can resurrect the dead." Yup. That's a thing. He realizes how absurd it is. His expression is the flat affect of someone who has just resigned himself to this being a thing that is a thing. "Doesn't matter the state of the corpse. Eaten by spiders, killed by a giant bird, or, uh, eaten by spiders again. The bracers seem to be part of it, but I can't tell you for sure."

He'll give Wash some more time to try to process this. And indeed— "Madame Frionne, if you could keep 'em coming—"

Wash can have another drink.