I carried my own ashes to the mountains
The Infirmary wasn’t an overwhelming sight, but certainly a busy one. Menders and nurses came flickering in and out of halls, across wooden pathways, tending to those already gathered in their forefront. Others checked out those coming and going, examining injuries and illnesses, surveying wounds quickly and efficiently to see what could be done. There were bodies to identify as well, but they’d been carefully tucked off to the side until potential families and friends could be contacted, and in the brambles of chaos, it was difficult to surmise when that would occur.
Already used to the scene, Deimos brought forth boxes of the medical supplies, setting them on the closest desk, only to watch them immediately swept away by a worker. Sohalia’s crate managed much the same, and he returned to the sled, back and forth, insinuating the same responses as staff pulled away bandages and gauze.
The Greatwood, unfortunately, wasn’t on his priority list, but he understood the concerns. “The Fae have always taken care of themselves,” he surmised, based on his interactions with the mighty, fierce warriors. “But that does not mean it remains as it once was.” Sighing, he tied his hair back, before retrieving anotber container. He probably could have stood right there and created dressings, slings, and compresses for the rest of the day. “When we get the opportunity,” he nodded, though the Heart would be able to see from their current plight, it might be a while. “I have a hunting party going out into the Tundra soon, and then we will be heading to Torchline.”
Already used to the scene, Deimos brought forth boxes of the medical supplies, setting them on the closest desk, only to watch them immediately swept away by a worker. Sohalia’s crate managed much the same, and he returned to the sled, back and forth, insinuating the same responses as staff pulled away bandages and gauze.
The Greatwood, unfortunately, wasn’t on his priority list, but he understood the concerns. “The Fae have always taken care of themselves,” he surmised, based on his interactions with the mighty, fierce warriors. “But that does not mean it remains as it once was.” Sighing, he tied his hair back, before retrieving anotber container. He probably could have stood right there and created dressings, slings, and compresses for the rest of the day. “When we get the opportunity,” he nodded, though the Heart would be able to see from their current plight, it might be a while. “I have a hunting party going out into the Tundra soon, and then we will be heading to Torchline.”
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