Ri'vashi looked away, closing her eyes with an expression that quickly came to match Gallus'. "Then...we will save everyone we can. Ri'vashi will organize the camp's defense and direct our scouts. Just...make sure our healers have everything they need." She responded. While it was certainly important to aid the aid the healers in the current crisis, Ri'vashi's orders were mostly intended to allow Gallus to be with his friends, and his pack. Though she had lost many of those she cared about in this attack, she was in a better position to focus on doing what needed to be done in the moment. 

Once Ri'vashi and the rest of her soldiers retreated into the forest, the battlefield was finally still. It was littered with corpses, both of lycans and Vile's soldiers alike, with even more within the walls of the fortress. From one perspective, the attack could have been considered a success. The enemy fortress was in ruins, destroyed on the orders of their own General. Everything that had been contained within, which Vile's followers had been building to strengthen their position in Elsweyr, was destroyed in a single day. Vile's forces experienced a severe loss of life, and the loss of their command center. But, despite what they had accomplished in the attack, there were few among the lycans who would even consider calling it a victory. There were many within the keep who had not made it out in time to escape, which, in addition to the casualties before and after, meant that nearly half of their initial force were dead or missing. General Do'rhajul had, in all likelihood, escaped, and it was unlikely that they had destroyed the knowledge of how to produce the enemy's deadly gas. As much harm as they had done to Vile's operations in the region, the war was undoubtedly going to take a strong turn for the worse in coming months. 

Meanwhile, Lorag and Sabine picked up their pace as much as they could as soon as they were free from the crowd, without sacrificing Sabine's ability to heal. Even Lorag could tell that Meesei was only barely clinging to life. Her heartbeat was faint enough that he could not personally feel it with his hands, and her breaths were worryingly irregular and shallow. With as much blood as she had lost, some of the color had drained from her face and hands, so Lorag was determined to get her to the healers as quickly as they could. In fact, they were able to make it back to camp before the others could even find a usable stretcher. 

Thanks to those who had ran ahead, a few healers were already prepared to receive Meesei as soon as they had stepped into camp. The healers were already overburdened with wounded as it was, and supplies were stretched thin, but there were a few who were ready to focus all of their attention on the Champion. Were she conscious, Meesei almost certainly would have wanted the healers not to place any more focus than was required on herself so they could still treat the other wounded effectively, but there was no one present who was willing to take any resources away from treating Meesei. Lorag in particular was willing to sacrifice anything, or anyone, to ensure that Meesei recovered. He wanted to remain by her side until the moment she was fully healed, but the healers, quite understandably, insisted on keeping away anyone who was not directly involved in her treatment.