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After the medic had done some work tending the wounded, she returned to their downed Field Commander and the incubus, looking at her as she gave her diagnosis, "Well, she's in bad shape. Left forearm looked like Hell, but the brace should help with that. I don't recommend her using or even lifting her shield in the meantime..." She leaned down to the shield on the ground and handed it to the incubus. "She'll just hurt herself further with this. The arm needs time to heal. A week normally, but if we get back to the castle there are healers there whose magic would more than speed the process." She looked up to the man and smiled, "That was the worst of it though. Her side took a good hit, yea, but... nothing a little R&R won't fix. If we continue, she'll need to take it easy. Don't wanna strain her too much or anything." She then turned and looked at the injured Lamia once more, sighing. "She was a bit of a wreck. I'm glad that battle ended when it did. While the wound in her side was survivable, it needed the medical attention. Otherwise it would have grown infected and that would have made her all but useless. As it is now, she should be able to fight again in a day or less if need be. Sword only, of course. But I've seen Miss Rubenholt fight... I imagine, if anything, she'll do better with just the blade." She nodded gently, looking back to the male. "Think you could pass that on when she wakes? It might be a little while yet, but... I need to spend a little more time on the wounded. Unfortunately the other three capable of mending perished in that fight." She frowned a bit and sighed, "So much for the medic squad we joked around about..." With that she parted from the two to do as she had expressed, Valeria looking more as though she was snoozing now rather than outright unconscious, sighing softly as she rested, chest rising and falling with her light breathing, looking rather peaceful now.

It took a few moments for the smelling salts to catch her nose, but her brow twitched to life at first. A few long moments later, her eyes slowly peeled open, vision blurry at first, but slowly focused on the white figure above her. She let out an uncomfortable groan. Her entire body ached, moreso in her side and arm. She could feel she had been tended, the brace on her throbbing arm and the bandages wrapped around her body. She lifted her good hand to her head, holding it with another groan, "Ahhh... ********> She called out, sounding almost groggy. "I feel like I just went a round with a cyclops..." She said, slowly easing upright only to view the deceased alpha in front of her, "Oh... right..." It all came rushing back to her now, why she was in such shitty shape. She looked to the incubus, "Did... did you tend my injuries?" She asked him awkwardly, not expecting it and eyeing the crossbow for a moment before looking back to him, "And... how is everybody? What are our numbers like now?" She asked, having not seen any of the fighting, but assuming, due to his almost comfortable positioning, that they had won this one, though she knew better than to think they made it out unharmed.

"Ah, I see" She said with a nod. He was right, they would likely be attacked by other hungry beasts of undetermined size and couldn't handle another hit like this one. She certainly couldn't handle another good fight.

She rose fully onto her tail, righting herself and looking around at the few survivors and taking her first good chance to survey the area, blood and death soaking the air, hers included as she spotted the small pool of drying blood that was staining the ground where she had been lying. In spite of the situation, the first thought on her mind at the sight was Great... looks like I'm going to be needing another bath... She sighed heavily and looked to the others, "Well then... we need to get out of here and soon! Pack up quickly everybody." She ordered them, only loud enough that they might hear, not wanting to draw any unnecessary ears now.

She turned to Zeren, speaking with him privately. "I'd like you to transport some of our more injured members... ask the medic who needs it. I'll continue taking point." She was a wreck, but she wasn't going to let this stop her. She was far too resilient for something like that. She addressed everybody once more, "We cannot stay to bury our dead. Night is falling and the blood will draw predators. I am sorry for this. I would love to see them properly tended, but... we've no time. We set out immediately." She did not wish to sound cold, or heartless, but it was her duty. With that, she gave Zeren a knowing look to let him know to get them ready, and quickly, holstering her shield and sword, wincing as she lifted the shield, deciding it's use may not be well-recommended, strapping it for now and turning to start down the path a bit, scouting ahead.

She had just finished wrapping an avian's wounded arm when the incubus approached her, startling her only slightly, turning to face him with an awkward smile, "Oh, uhhh... it's Felicity actually. And thank you for letting me know, Misterrrr... incubus?" She said with a raised brow in return. "Anyways, most can load themselves, but..." She turned and gestured toward a pair of lizardmen that were slumped along the side of the coach. "We'll have to help those two and I don't recommend she..." Gesturing to a fox with numerous bloodied bandages wrapped around her limbs and torso, "... stay out in the open. She'll coagulate as long as she keeps those wraps, but... she's walking bait if we don't conceal the scent of blood. Probably best shoving her somewhere in the middle amidst the others." She then turned to the incubus, looking him in the eyes, "And you're certain there's room enough for everybody here? I mean... a little overcrowding's not too bad I suppose, but..." She eyed the coach carefully and then back to him, "I can walk if need be... you look pretty well-kept too. The more room the better I imagine. I mean, we've about 15 wounded to load... I just want to make sure everybody's comfortable." She said confidently for once, a usually unsteady and uncertain sort.

Felicity reached down and aided the smaller of the two to his feet since this Zeren fellow seemed to have the other well-tended. The twins were thoroughly exhausted from the battle due to their Berserker nature. They had pushed themselves to the brink and were not too spent even to stand. They would be fine, if not a little sore, after a bit of R&R. She followed Zeren into the coach, giving her lizardman, Soroa, a seat next to his big brother, Athens. Once they were settled, the two went back out and ushered the bloody fox, Camila to a spot in the middle, letting others file in after.

Once they were settled, Felicity joined Zeren up in the driver's seat with a sturdy-looking boar named, Gurta who brought with him his great lance. If they were attacked on the road, he would have no problem defending them from any angle, laying his lance over his shoulder and across the back of the coach, a good 12 foot long weapon, silver and decorative like his thick armor. Felicity felt quite safe seated between the two gentlemen she was riding with. Zeren was on the right side, driving the coach, and Gurta on the left side, keeping an eye out for any attackers, "Alright, whenever you're ready, I think everybody's in place" said Felicity to Zeren, Valeria still ahead of the pack somewhere.

~~~< A few hours later... >~~~

Medusa's Den. He had thought it a legend. Leave it to Lamias to prove that otherwise. Their entourage sat at the cave's maw. The darkness has encroached far too much, the lack of available light making the venture far too dangerous too attempt until dawn. Instead, him and Felicity tended to the wounded while passing out his rations. Before he didn't have enough, but now, he had plenty for their withered numbers.

Later that night, he tended to the fox's bandages. Her bleeding had slowed down to almost a complete stop. Lucky for Zeren, due to his knowledge in medicine being rather scanty besides the basics.

"Looks like you're healing rather speedily, dear." He commented, taking care to keep his aura deactivated. It had a tendency of turning itself on around sightly creatures like the vulpine before him, despite her roughen appearance due to the dried blood.

"I'm fine. When are you people gonna stop babying me? I don't need to be coddled." She snapped. She was a firecracker, that's for sure. The same couldn't be said for the hawk Felicity tended to, who was almost unnervingly stoic and devoid of emotion, despite her rather grievous wounds. Both her and the fox would be okay.

"Doc's order, hun. Take it easy for a bit. You'll be back to murdering in no time." He joked. It had the desired effect, the fox chuckling alongside with him.

"I better be."

He nodded at her in agreement as he turned to look at Valeria's encampment. Fires burned while hushed whispers permeated the somber silence. Despite the seemingly cobbled-together of army from all walks of life, there was a surprising sense of esprit de corps. Siblings in arms, as it seemed, as people were still mourning as they set up.

I hope this piece of jewelry was worth it. Zeren thought to himself. The suffering of these people were like suffocating waves of misery, miring him in a depressed funk, himself. He stepped down out of his coach, a opened canteen full of wine in his hand. Mostly used to treat wounds, he then turned to treat himself, imbibing deeply to squelch out the heartache around him.

He passed the canteen to her, a little surprised to see her up and around so quickly after her injuries. Her tone held an echo of a saddened desperation. After today, anybody would've been shaken to the core... So, it was hard to blame her for wanting to get away from it all for a bit.

"Sure, Miss Rubenholt. Got an idea where?"

"Lemme go look. I usually keep a good stock up, but a good bit of it has been used as an impromptu treatment for the wounded." He said, stepping back inside the coach. After some muffled arguing could be heard from inside, Zeren emerged from the coach with two bottles and sat down next to Valeria. "Had three, but that weird-a** fox lady wanted a bottle. Here ya go." He past a bottle to her while he uncorked his with his tail, the spade's tip dug into the side and levered it open.