Sam barely had time to register the fact that the dwarves had lit their camp on fire before August was suddenly moving forward, propelled forward by this new bit of motivation. She half expected to slip from his arms and fall, but his arms were like iron around her, and she wrapped her own around his neck to hold on her dear life. Her eyes were closed and her head was bowed and as they approached the smell of smoke became stronger, as did the sound of panic. 

When she finally set eyes on the chaos, Sam could only stare for a long moment, eyes wide on her tired face. Half dressed men moved in an unorganized frenzy, attempting the stamp the flames out and salvage the supplies and tents. Where was Dorothea? And Liam? And Will? She spotted Raquelle shrieking in her gown, but the men look so similar to her in this state and Dorothea was so small... What if she got trampled? If Sam had the energy to yell she would have, but her voice was still weak. She could hear the sound of panicking horses, feel the heat from the fire, and she squirmed a little in his arms. "Put me down somewhere!" she whispered into his ear. "They need you more than I do right now."

Will finally appeared, dragging Liam from the blaze that had been their tent. The prince was in some sort of a panic, quivering and babbling and gazing around at the chaos. One might assume it was from the shock of the fire, but Will had a bit of grimness mixed in with the frantic expression on his face. He had pulled Liam to the side, away from the flames, before dashing into the camp again to start directing. He was usually quite easy going, but in the hectic situation he's face was stony and serious. He ordered a few men to take care of the horses. If they bolted they would be even worse off. The rest went back to saving what they could, although in a much more organized fashion now that someone was giving orders.

The prince's steward glanced over to see Raquelle a little ways away, holding a container that contained one of their most precious supplies. Then he saw the puddle at her feet. Will blanched and felt fury well up inside of him, though he didn't let it show. He marched purposefully over to her and snatched the container from the princess's hands. "THAT was our drinking water!" he said with anger rimming his tone. "And you've just wasted it! Stand back, Princess." It wasn't a suggestion, and Will was too mad to care about how he addressed her. "We'll save as many of your dresses as we can." He gave her a fake smile and turned away from her and her luxurious items. Maybe they could use some of her dresses to put the remaining flames out. 

Now that there was organization to the men's movements, the chaos had died some. Will tasked a few of the men with taking inventory, and they hurried about, sorting through the destroyed and the salvageable. Some of the tents had been mostly saved, but others had been burned beyond repair. It looked as though much of the food and medicine had been saved, and the horses hadn't managed to flee. But clothes were ash, as were blankets and other supplies, and precious water had been wasted. They may not have lost everything but they had lost a lot.