You feel as if you're on the verge of passing out as soon as your horse crosses the threshold of camp. A small group of your men rush forward to retrieve and assist you down from the saddle.
Further into camp, Darin is hauled away into one of the medical tents. They step over the sprawled bodies of the wounded from yesterday's battle. Elya is led into the tent after Darin for a medical evaluation.
As you touch the ground, Velinor approaches you, the soldier Gideon by his side. Velinor offers you a nod. "I'm gonna go keep a vigil outside, make sure none of 'em come back."
You salute. "Thanks for all your work."
He shrugs. "Just doin' my job, friend."
Milon slings himself off his horse, wincing at the impact. He leans against the animal for a moment while he takes a crutch out of his saddlebag, then uses it to support his injured leg as he limps up to you.
He takes off his helmet and tucks it under his elbow, looking you over and sighing sympathetically. "You've had a long day, haven't you?"