[center][h2]Amano Nanase[/h2][/center]
Nanase gazed up at her Servant’s constructs in a small measure of awe. She nodded her thanks towards him as she made her way to the river along with the crowd. 

Realizing that there weren’t nearly enough buckets for every person in the group, she began to project as many as she could, one after another. Gesturing to the others, she told them to take the projections, keeping her focus. The object was simple to recreate—she could supply everyone without much trouble.

With everyone’s effort, the flames began to come under control. Hearing Ozymandias’ command, Nanase headed towards the most damaged buildings, reinforcing her body to dig through rubble to properly check for anyone trapped or injured. The girl’s stoic expression cracked slightly, showing a small frown as she only found lifeless body after another.

Finally, she spotted another woman around her age, laying with her face against the ground inside a small home. The girl writhed slowly, causing Nanase’s features to soften as she immediately moved in, kicking away part of the collapsed roof. While carefully picking up the woman, she took note of her injuries—gash on her head, forearm broken, several other noticeable bruises. As she stepped back out into the city, she called a random man over, handing the woman to him.

“Take her to the others I came with,” she said. Nanase herself couldn’t use healing magic in the slightest. The best she could do was reinforce own body to temporarily fix injuries. Hopefully one of the other magi could take care of the woman.

As the man headed off, the girl continued to search the city.

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[center][h2]Penthesilea[/h2][/center]
Berserker frowned and simply shrugged, gazing from her Master to the Servant that was being treated by the others. The purple-haired spirit did not move, evidently out cold. Fine. It was better that others risked themselves to confirm that than her own Master.

“Go then. [i]With[/i] me,” Penthesilea said rather curtly, turning to head towards Nero, who now held the other Servant. “I only wish for you not to underestimate a Heroic Spirit and suffer for it,” she added, glancing over her shoulder towards Estelle.

The Berserker then looked to Nero. “Saber, allow my Master to inspect the woman’s wound.”