This time, Ashlynn knew what to expect when the first injured soldiers began to pour into the tent. As much as it pained her to ignore the suffering of several men who were injured with wounds that were serious but not life threatening, she held to the instructions she'd given Heila. Their healing was reserved for people injured by the Templars and Inquisitors or with injuries so severe that they would perish without the aid of a witch.
"Heila," Ashlynn said after several hours. "Stop and rest, I'll take care of things by myself for a while," she said, glancing outside of the tent and trying to gauge the time of day. When had Ollie come into the tent? Was it afternoon? She couldn't remember.
"I can keep going," Heila said. Her eyes darted around the tent, taking in the dozens of wounded before rolling up the sleeves of her dress and preparing to treat another wounded soldier.
