[SWE] The Festival of Fiat Lux!

EVIE

What little extra healing she provided is enough to get Remi up, though he is like deadweight in her hands. With the help of those around her they get him upon Amalia's back, and Evie doesn't wait for a decision regarding who will transport Aoife. No matter how it breaks her heart, there is no time or energy to waste on those already in Mort's arms.

With a lingering touch to Amalia's neck, a silent message of strength, Evie turns and begins to jog across the field once more. So many are wounded, but even more are helping, and that is the hope and goodwill that she clings to. Sharp blue eyes scan the wreckage, landing upon Lily being helped down by Oliver. She runs towards them, feet sure and precise as she approaches. He manages to cut her down, and she inserts herself readily at his side. "Stay calm, take deep breaths for me." Her earth magic pushes at the branches to clear the way for her to descend, as her healing magic reaches forth to soothe the wrench of her shoulder and the cut of the line where it had wrapped around her. "If you still need more healing come with me, otherwise help each other off the field, grab whoever you can with minor injuries." Evie will not discredit their pain, but she is a healer, and she knows that the gravely wounded and dying must be tended to first. If they are capable of running now, cut down and healed as they are, then she needs them to do so. A hand descends to gently touch each of them. "Be safe. The shrapnel should be gone now." The first wave of impact had been the most deadly after all.

Don't look up, just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be