When Sahale dropped him off near the temple, Eduard didn't waste any time going inside. While Sahale hadn't exactly given him any time to fix his coat or hair after the rather unorthodox trip, he could manage. There were more important things than his appearance to take care of right now. The moment he went inside the temple, he took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves. Placing his bag on the ground, he went over his items one more time taking a stethoscope and checking his pouch of medicines to make sure that everything was inside. Picking up a notebook and pencil he started walking around, checking every single patient within the temple. While he had been expecting the worse, many of the patients inside the temple were surprisingly stable. It seems Neev had done good job at healing the injuries of the majority of the wounded. Of course, some of them would need long term care to prevent anything permanent, but at the moment there were no emergencies. That was a relief, though that brought up the question. What happened to Neev? There were too many people in here. Way too many for one person to handle. While he had trained Neev personally, this was beyond her capabilities. It was admirable, but at the same time dangerous. Near the very end of the temple, he spotted a familiar figure lying atop a table. His features were recognizable but something had changed. As he approached, he slowly came to the realization that the person lying on the wooden table was the tailor he had bumped into earlier today. Standing next to the table, he realized that Aerex had been hiding his true identity this entire time. The odd coloring of his hair, heterochromia in his eyes. He was a Grusk. This could perhaps complicate treatment. On the other side of the table was a young human woman, probably a local by the looks of it. She was silent, her hair was a mess and most of her was still covered in sand. The woman held on to one of Aerex's hands looking at it with a mix of despair and fear. Slowly, Eduard made his way to her side of the table. 

"Madam." He began, speaking softly so as to not wake any of the resting patients or startle the poor woman. "My name is Doctor Eduard Koch. I'm here to help. Would mind telling me your name?" 

"J-Juliana." Said the woman with a shaky voice, briefly glancing at him. By the look on her eyes she must have gone through some kind of traumatic event. He could only guess at what happened, though later on he could speak to her and find out what happened. Though before that he had to check whether she had any injuries. 

"Juliana. By the way you've standing here, I can assume this man here means a lot to you." He kept his remark vague on purpose. It was best not to assume. 

"H-he's my boss and a c-close friend. I-I just…" She paused for a moment, swallowing hard as she held back the urge to cry. "Is he, g-going to be okay?" 

"I'm sure Neev was able to do a good job at stabilizing him. I'll examine him and determine what we can do for him. I can assure you, miss. I will do everything in my power to make sure he lives." He paused, gently removing her hands from Aerex'. "Come, you should sit down for a moment. He's in good hands." 
Juliana begrudgingly let go of Aerex' hands and walked with Eduard toward a nearby wooden chair. As she sat down, a damn burst. The woman started sobbing, covering her face as she did. 
"It's all right." He said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Let all that out. You staying by his side was a good thing. It's time for you to rest, however. I'll come by in a moment to check on you." 

Juliana noded, as her crying subsided. Heading back to the table, Eduard did the same check up as he had done earlier for the other patients. Unlike them, Aerex' case was more complex. While Neev had done a good job at fixing a dislocated shoulder, broken ribs, a broken nose and a disjointed knee he still had a high fever. Taking a good look at his hands, Eduard sighed as he saw the familiar blue streaks associated with mana sickness running along Aerex's arms and up to his arm. One of his palms also showed signs of second degree burns. It looked like he had placed his hand directly on an open flame. Neev's healing had done a good job at mitigating its effects on the skin, but it would still need dressing. Looking around, Eduard made the decision to start off with Aerex and help the rest later. Aerex' wounds seemed to be the gravest of the bunch, and the faster he got started the quicker he could get to the rest.