Henry’s face was very pale and some of Gwen’s anxiety returned. He saw something that really upset him, but Gwen didn’t comment on it. The warrior gave her a weak smile before his eye twitched. Gwen withdrew her hand like she was burned. It appeared to her that Henry flinched away from her and that hurt more than she thought. But when he spoke there was a slight stammer…. Henry did not stammer. Something was terribly wrong. But he made a weak excuse and all but ran from her.
He didn’t even notice as she trailed behind. She too had to speak with the Queen, but when she saw Henry slip into the stables. Gwen chose not to follow. It was difficult for men to show weakness let alone to women. Gwen bowed to her Queen and to the Heglend prince.
“As you know my speciality is not with combat or healing, so with your permission I would like to take stock of our supplies and redistribute necessary items. There is no one here besides the headmaster that knows what we have here and I would like to do my share to help.” Gwen spoke with the confidence that seemed to have been bred into the nobility.
“Yes, you may.” The Queen replied and had someone fetch the headmaster. Gwen bowed again before taking her leave.
In a few moments Gwen and Trystan, the headmaster’s name which she finally remembered, began ordering servants and other able bodied nobles to certain tasks. Those who were seriously wounded were quickly transported to the healing wing and those who have died were gathered. That was a trickier issue. Should they burn or bury the bodies? The Academy was built for peace and to forge stronger bonds between nations, no noble would send their children just to be slaughtered after only a few days. Taking stock of the situation, the number of casualties in this… skirmish was far less than expected. There were more wounded. A teacher volunteered to write down the names of the deceased. Identifying the dead and notifying their families was a higher priority at the moment.
Tents were set up behind the barriers for first aid. Anything beyond first aid or a few stitches were transported to the healing wing.
After this task, the two discussed other things that needed to be done immediately and decided to split up the work. Trystan being more experienced in the battle field would take handle any clean up of the grounds and securing the breach in the wall, while Gwen would organize the household staff.
Dahlia quickly rejoined Gwen when they bumped into each other again. Gwen was finally updated with all that had happened during her kidnapping. Although Dahlia was curious The two had the cooking staff preparing small light meals for the injured and something more substantial for everyone else. That was when Gwen’s stomach growled. Dahlia laughed and handed Gwen a bowl of stew and shooed her away. She hadn’t eaten for a day and even the simple fare of stew and bread was much appreciated. It was then that Lady McArthur called her over. "Would you mind keeping my daughter company? I have some things I need to do, and I don't want her getting up and hurting herself again."
“Of course, Lady McArthur.” Gwen took a seat beside Caroline and another girl.
“Hello, I’m Gwendolyn Ashburn of Elianst,” She greeted the girl. “I hope you are well.” She directed the statement to both of them.