💠[With logistics out of the way, and Nan'ra meeting up with Pheobe with a deep, long hug, they let go, looking towards the chatter deeper in the camp.]
'We're going to Doma. To strike at Zenos from another angle...' [She looks down.] 'How is he...?' 💠Stress lingers in his voice. "He'll live, but he hasss a difficult recovery ahead of him. I hope he is not so stubborn as to refuse it when he finally wakesss up. For now, he sleeps." [He pats the pack on his back.] "I'm ready to go if you are, ssso please, lead the way."

💠[Nan'ra's trying so desperately to hold onto his tears. Krile and Alphinaud have moved on to healing Ohka, but he already looks so limp and lifeless, all he can do is look away. Raubahn puts his hand on his shoulder and looks him in the eyes.] 💠"Right...right, we have to help the others. I'm sssorry."
[He does his best. Some, Nan'ra can show to the infirmary. Others, like Meffid, he can only quietly shut the eyes of. He and another find a charm in his left fist, which he takes. Conrad won't be happy.]

💠[Pheobe looks uneasy, scanning the Garlean patrol on the bridge with Pipin from afar. All is as they expect until canon fire rings out in the distance. She turns, and realization fills her with dread. The smoke lies over Rhalgr's Reach.] 💠[Meanwhile, it's hells back inside. Nan'ra's holding a shield for as long as he can to protect at least... some people. There's bleeding, there's injured, he can hardly wrap his brain around what's going on.]