[Action in South Figaro]

[praygenius]

[It's selfish, perhaps, to be as glad as she is that none of her own students were killed in the battle. They havn't managed to avoid injury as completely as she'd hoped but Porom embraces hope where she finds it and the knowledge that she's not led anyone to their deaths is comforting. And she needs that comfort right now, fairly desperately,

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Makeshift Clinic, Whenever

[praygenius]

[From the second the last of the monsters fell, Porom's been busying herself with the health of those who were injured in the battle. She has the makeshift clinic set up within the hour and can be found there in varying states of 'about to collapse any second' at any point within the next few days.]

After Edgar's rescue

[for_cosmos]

[Even after the weariness of the battle for the town, then traveling to fight Lufene and help to free Edgar, the warrior doesn't stop to rest when he gets back to Figaro. Instead, he goes straight to helping repair the damage done to the town, just as he had done after the attack on Alfitaria.

He takes some time to stop at the clinic- escorting one of the workers that hurt themselves in the midst of rebuilding, rather than to care for any of his own injuries. He'll take care of them with a potion eventually, once the civilians are all seen to and most of the damage to the town is repaired.

It's not at all hard to see Porom bustling around the clinic. When there's the opportunity, he nods to her.] Porom.

After Edgar's rescue

[praygenius]

[By the time the rescue party have returned, the clinic's running at least fairly smoothly. As smoothly as anything could be expected to run in the circumstances. It's far, far cleaner now, if nothing else, a suitable enough environment to be dealing with injuries rather than a dusty old building that was just vaguely better than treating the injured on the town streets. The worst of the injuries sustained in the first battle are dealt with and, for now, there's nobody in immediate danger. It's not calm, by any means, but it's an orderly sort of busy.

She's managing not to look too tired or to let it affect her work, too busy right now for exhaustion to even come close to catching up to her, but the fact that she's focussed enough to somehow manage not to notice the warrior's presence until he addresses her is fairly telling. And rather impressive, not managing to notice that helmet is quite a feat. She looks up, almost seeming confused when addressed and then smiles.]

You're- you're back? You're back! Thank goodness. [It only takes

[for_cosmos]

[Pretty much anything is better than the panicked and rushed feeling that surrounded the town when the attack initially occurred. The orderly kind of busy means that no attack occurred while they were off confronting Lufene.

Still, Porom seems worn out enough that such a thing might as well have happened. The lack of noticing his helmet (or giving a lecture about wearing it indoors) is rather telling.]

Things went well. King Edgar has been returned. I believe that he is in the castle.

[He's ignoring the questions about his own injuries.]

Rebuilding, a day after the battle.

[warkitoff]

[Bartz had his reasons for not going to Pandaemonium. They were mostly good reasons, he was too out of the way and didn't want to slow Terra down when he probably wouldn't be all too helpful in the attempt to recover the king anyway.

But that didn't mean he didn't feel guilty about his failure to help. And so he'd made his way to South Figaro as fast as he could. If he couldn't help its' king, the least he could do was help its' people. With Lin the Chocobo's aid, he pulled the cart of building materials to where they were needed.]

Makeshift clinic, a few days after the attack.

[leavesparties]

[Compared to Costa Faguita, thankfully Figaro's citizenry haven't fared particularly terrible from the invasion. It appeared that the castle's design had allowed most to get out of the way from Lufene and the company the witch was currently keeping; and for that Minwu was thankful. He was mainly dealing with accidents which had occured in the scramble to safety rather than major wounds thanks to the attacking force

Makeshift clinic, a few days after the attack.

[praygenius]

[The resilience of Figaro's population is contagious, it seems. After a day or so of panic and everyone involved working themselves to the point of exhaustion the air of 'calm down, chin up and get on with it' has finally spread to the clinic. It isn't easy work, by any means, but it's calm and efficient instead of the mad rush that it had been at first.

A few hours' sleep - her students had finally convinced her to rest for the sake of efficiency, she would be little help in an emergency if she was exhausted beyond being capable of using magic - has done Porom a world of good. She's still fairly tired but she's at least cheerful about it, reflecting the determination of the people she's treating to help the town recover in time for the return of the rescue party. It's this reflected determination and confidence that allows her to address Minwu almost normally - no titles or curtseying, though she's still avoiding more eye contact than is absolutely necessary.]

They're some of the strongest people I've ever seen. It's amazing.

Makeshift clinic, a few days after the attack.

[leavesparties]

[It certainly was. Yet the design of the castle town was probably something to do with it. A masterpiece of engineering indeed, Minwu had learned of it's purpose thanks to speaking to the people he had healed. It appeared the people had known hardship even upon their world. They had known attack, they had known what it was to flee, and they had known what it was to fight back.

He raised his head to the girl, allowing a slight smile behind the veil of his keffiyah, checking that he had no more injured to come before removing the thing to speak in a less muffled manner.]

It is possible to see the true personality of a person when things are at their worst. Many things can be picked up.

[He'd seen it in Firion, when the youth had been found with his friends in the woods, more than half dead. He'd seen it in Gordon, Ricard, Josef, Scott... and even here, he'd seen it. It was what made humans human. The desire to overcome.]

... Apply their lessons to yourself. Nothing is ever hopeless. Nor is it without meaning.

[Yet happiness is

Makeshift clinic, a few days after the attack.

[praygenius]

[Misinterpreting Minwu's musing as an instruction, she nods.]

I understand.

[She cleans her hands as she speaks and nods again.]

I am. I worry for those who went to rescue the King, though.