Kyra stayed in the keep to deal with the last of the wounded and injured. There were still many soldiers who needed aid and villagers who got hurt. Fortunately with the threat of the cultist gone, they were able to get what was left of their medicine and supplies from their homes. But there wasn't really much left at all. Those people stole everything work more than a silver, and practically destroyed everything else. Kyra was certain that the village's Mill was gone. No doubt many homes were burnt to the ground. Gardens trampled, fields stripped of their harvests. Animals slaughtered. This attack would put the village back at least four seasons from Kyra's guess. But it was worse than that. Fields can be regrown, homes rebuilt, and new animals can be raised. But the scars they bare today, both mental and physical, will take much longer to undo.

Kyra was eventually allowed some time out of the infirmary to take a break. She had been working nonstop since she returned from the keep and it showed. Her eyes looked exhausted, her hands were soaked with blood and pruning, and her clothes were stained and smelly. Kyra knew there was more work to do but she accepted the rest for now. Her mind was too occupied to really argue. She walked out of the infirmary and just wandered around the keep aimlessly, almost zombie like. Everyone was hard at work moving things around or going back home, trying to set up a meager defense in the event the cultist come back. But what could they do even if they did? Greenest lost many of their protectors already. They couldn't muster defenses fast enough to fortify the village. It only made Kyra frustrated even more.

Eventually Kyra found herself back at the infirmary, but this time in the private wards. Specifically Brannor's. Kyra had stopped by before, but only to help the healers operate on Brannor. While magic could heal his wounds quickly, neither Kyra nor many of the other magically inclined had any energy left in them to cast more spells. They had to treat Brannor traditionally, settling his bones, batching up his wounds, and applying a lot of ointment to all the burns over his body. Kyra was going to leave again when she heard voices inside; was Brannor awake? Kyra knocked on the door before peeking insisde. [color=pink]"Brannor? Are you feeling well?"[/color] Kyra noticed he had guest, Torus and someone she didn't quite recognize. She knew he was one of the monks who were here at the Keep, though Kyra didn't know much about them. They certainly weren't part of Greenest's congregation.