As more and more wounded were coming in, the healers triaged as best as they could by the severity of the wounds…and by who was likely to survive at all. For Kaleeth, regardless of whose pack she was in, her condition was perilous enough to receive immediate aid. The pack’s assistance was welcomed as far as moving her heavy form into place, as well as getting her out of her armor. With the hits she had taken, some parts had been damaged and bent into place, which took some effort to remove. Without it, the full and terrible extent of the injuries she had sustained throughout the battle became quite evident. Werecrocodiles in particular had powerful regenerative abilities, so there were some deep wounds that had already closed, but with how weakened she had become, that healing had slowed considerably. Her leg in particular had been horribly mangled by the frost atronach, and apart from their earlier attempts to stop the bleeding, in had hardly healed at all. Throughout it all, as the healers started to get to work, Kaleeth was still mostly unresponsive. She said nothing and barely moved, except to bring her gaze to Janius. 

After Kaleeth had been moved into place, healers quickly moved in to take over. As much as they might have wanted to stay with her, though, even the Champion’s pack could not be allowed to crowd the infirmary and get in the way of the healers. Aside from Sabine, of course, the rest had no choice but to wait outside. 

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In the aftermath of the battle, the waiting felt almost like more of a torture than the pain itself, though that was far from pleasant. Adrenaline had long since worn off, and they were all feeling the consequences of every hit they had taken. They could all be thankful that they had prepared very well for this moment. They knew what would happen if Vile was defeated, so this chaos had been expected. Teams of non-combatants had been in waiting at the camp to go out in search of the lost and wounded to bring them back. Naturally, as with any battle, they had also stockpiled as many healing supplies as they could. Strong healing potions were being used in tandem with healing magic to help the badly wounded, but cheaper, weaker potions were being distributed around the camp for those who were in waiting for treatment. Since all of this planning had been done ahead of time, Fendros did not need to organize everyone personally. He, and the rest of his pack, finally had a chance to stop and rest. 

Ahnasha sat close beside Fendros, still holding the empty bottle of the healing potion she had been allotted in her hand. Her Dragonscale helmet was on the ground next to her, and she occasionally tugged uncomfortably at the armor she wore. She could feel the dried blood in her fur underneath. She had been silent for a while, and occasionally looking over to Janius. As bad as the waiting was for her, she could only imagine how painful it was for him. She had found Fendros after just a few minutes, and he was right here beside her. She could hold his hand, but Janius could not even see Kaleeth until the healers were done. Lorag, by this point, had shifted back to his Orc form. He was occupying himself by cleaning and maintaining the armor scattered around him. Without any tools, it was an effort in vain, but he continued at it regardless while they waited. 

For a while, the pack was actually left alone, but eventually they were approached by a familiar face. Ahnasha lifted her head up towards him first as she heard his footsteps off to her right, as soft as they were. It was Saras. At least by his appearance, he seemed no worse for wear after the battle, though he was a man who quite excelled had hiding anything he did not wish to reveal. Regardless, Ahnasha was glad to see him. In the back of her mind, she had been worrying about him, Rossarm, Ri’kalesh, and the others they had left defending the pass. The blast of magical energy Meesei had unleashed had reached far around the tower, but it seemed that it had not reached far enough to harm their allies beyond it. 

“Fendros, I was told I would find you all here.” Saras began. “I have been coordinating as best as I can with our search parties. Most of our survivors seem to be making their way back to the camp, but Meesei has not yet been found. Most are just glad for the battle to be over, but there is still considerable confusion. They are going to need their Champion eventually.”