You step through the entrance of the medical tent and scan for Darin and Elya.
You've left Obren temporarily in charge of the camp as you resolve your more personal matters. Sentries maintain a watch for any rebel remnants.
As you shuffle past surgeons and wounded men, Lada, arm wrapped in a sling, rushes up to you.
"Marshal! The quartermaster's this way." She gestures for you to follow.
You glance down at her sling. Her bandaged arm rests limply inside of it.
She notices the unspoken question on your face and says, "I'm fine! C'mon!"
Lada leads you further back into the tent, where Darin is lying on a cot. A pair of surgeons are wrapping bandages around his head. Another man stitches shut a bloody wound on his cheek.
Darin, mercifully, is unconscious.
Across from him, Elya is sitting back on a cot of her own. None of the medical staff pay her attention. Her gaze is focused on the wounded soul next to Darin. As you approach, you realize that this person is Mira.
Bandages are wrapped around her head, blood seeping through them on the left side.
Elya's eyes remain fixated upon her mother as you step to her side.
A surgeon, seeing you, steps away from Darin and walks up to you.