With the remainder of the beasts dispatched by the group, the exhausted - and injured, in some cases - volunteers were able to reflect in relative safety about what had just happened. They had lost their de facto leader, and their best Scout. The tower ahead most likely lead to both salvation and more horrors like what they had just witnessed, but there was no point in turning back now. They had come much farther than the Kvatch guards had, and pulling out would be nothing but cowardly... and likely bring certain doom to those still trapped in the Kvatch Chapel. Naenya cast her eyes about the group, breathing the smallest sigh of relief upon seeing nobody was dead. All limbs were still attached, nobody was on fire, and guts were still nestled in bellies.

"I think we should have only a small rest." The haggard, halting tone came from the blonde Nord, stood by two injured fellows and a surprisingly chipper looking dog. The Nord seemed unsure on what to do; it had been easier on just following the imperial woman without asking questions, under the assumption that she just happened to be the leader. Wiping his swords on his pants, he placed one back in it's scabbard, the other hanging loosely from his palm as he looked about the others. "We don't want to run into a group like that again while we have injured; the sooner we're done, the sooner we can leave this damned place in one piece." While Naenya understood his haste, part of her still wanted to linger in this realm just a bit longer. Yes, two of their number had just been quite brutally and gruesomely murdered, but there was still so much to learn! Even now in the distance, she could see strange, flesh coloured pods dangling from rocks; large rust coloured roots that twitched in a suspiciously alive manner - even the bloodgrass that scattered the dusty land had amazing alchemical qualities that she would have just loved to tamper with. However, with so many hurt, even with small injuries, she knew it would have to wait.

Being quite lucky in avoiding harm herself (One of the scamps didn't last long against her magic - she'd been tempted to summon her own Scamp and watch on for entertainment, but it was a blood-thirsty little fellow, and she didn't want to accidentally give it a friend), Naenya turned to those who were injured, offering a smile up as she offered to heal their ailments. For reasons that she couldn't even comprehend, there were people out there who not only didn't learn magic, but outright refused to! When a simple restoration spell could mean the difference between life or death, the Bosmer found herself baffled at such half-witted actions... not that such opinions needed to be aired now.

Niko too turned to his fallen comrades; the Imperial man and woman, still behind him. As with Naenya, Niko was glad to see that none of their number had met the same fate as Glenndus, and with such a small victory, managed a tired smile at the both of them.

"Forgive me - I didn't catch your names in the Chapel." He began, glancing to the young warrior's wounds first; a hamstring injury was not something to be taken lightly, especially when fully-functioning legs could carry you away from danger far better than fighting could. Readying a healing spell in the palm of his hand, Niko's eyes met Bardeck's. "May I?" He asked, motioning towards the fellow's wounds.