With all said and done, and her fair share of cultists eliminated, next came the task of ensuring the injured did not remain so for long. With the town so devastated, there was only one place where she could keep the injured: the village green, where those not mortally wounded lay, at her bidding pressuring their wounds to slow blood loss if need be. Of course, most who had been mortally wounded were either long dead, treated first, or given the Emperor's Mercy by this time, which left only those with less severe injuries - even up to Sister-Celestian Victorine's broken limb, though she was at least able to move about in a sling until the deep tissue injection of medigel restored the arm to working order, with gratitude duly acknowledge by the Hospitaller. It certainly helped that a couple of the civilians present were healers in their own right, able to assist with the majority of injuries accordingly, albeit requiring the training to do so.

The issue, Alexa found, was that her supplies were limited to what was present in her suit without access to immediate facilities. Certainly, curing one person's major injury was a cinch with the technology at her disposal, but she could not fix everybody present so easily if she worked like that, else she would run out of that which made it possible; thus, for all but the most serious injuries, she was forced to make use of minute doses of curative substances and primitive techniques of stitching, bandaging, slinging and fracture manipulation (with a stick for the sufferers to bite down on), and herbal cures based largely on local recipes and the few supplies that survived intact from the local hospital. Even her own wounds remained untreated: whilst limited to just a few flesh bruises under her armour from bullet impacts, and what felt to be some form of strain injury from how her left arm kept tweaking a nerve when it moved in a certain way, she forced herself to work through them. They could be handled later. Emperor's mercy, the bruises wouldn't even affect her ability to fight or heal - though the strain injury seemed a bit more restrictive, and certainly something to diagnose once she had the time.

Of course, being addressed by the Celestian, this information was relayed as requisitioned, along with news of Sister Dominica: 'Her wound has been stitched up, and medigel has been applied to heal it quickly. She should be combat ready by the time we reach the mountains.' Indeed, whilst anaesthetic had been rationed primarily to those who would die of shock if their pains weren't adequately soothed- again, largely those who would die without prompt care anyway- the medigel had largely been reserved for they who would take the fight to the cultists beyond this avenue, hence primarily the soldiers under Corporal Delafare and the Adepta Sororitas tasked with retrieving the Saint. It pained her to leave a good number of villagers without immediate healing, but for the good of the planet and thus the Imperium as a whole, it had to be done. In any case, it was likely they would need to relocate sooner rather than later anyway, given how badly damaged their town now was; they'd be able to seek further attention and reassignment to new harvests where they wound up, so long as they didn't reopen the injuries prematurely.

In the meantime, more people needed assistance. Alexa continued to apply herself where she worked best, reminding herself that the fact she was able to help at all meant it was worth her presence here. That was what mattered, after all - the continued livelihood of those she could attend to, and swift passage to the Emperor's side for those she could not.