RP:A Fort Knight

This is a Healer's Guild RP.

Part of the Larketian Fault Lines Arc

SummaryReinhardt establishes his Knighthood and authority as a loyal servant of Larket in the aftermath of the Great Quake. The Healer’s Guild spearheads the medical relief effort, with aid from an advancing Pilar. Ranok’s team donates supplies and Engineers to start rebuilding the city. Reinhardt maintains Larket's fortitude in this great time of duress.

Pilar was relaxing in Kelay when she got the summons. Leaving Cassy behind, she walked to the city, and was shocked by the destruction she found. She'd felt the shaking the day before... But she didn't realize the damage was so severe! What had happened to Larket? She asked the first person she saw how she could help, explaining she was a healer, and was directed to the fortress. There was a medical station set up there, she was told. The roads had been torn up by the earthquake, and it made for slow going. At least she wasn't hobbling around on a crutch anymore. She reached the entrance to the fortress and stopped. The things she'd heard about the man who lived here made her wary of going in. She wished she hadn't come alone...

Sabrina was working, short trips these many hours since it all started, ushering things and directions to those around her like she damned owned the place. There is a list making rounds so those who lost people can either reunite or confirm the death of a loved one. There are several makeshift tents set up, each with colored fabrics indicating what each station was doing. White tents managed the simpler injuries, blue for moderate, and red for more severe. The black tents were for the dead, and pieces of the dead as some bodies were not found intact. Various healers, mostly students, brandished white or red sashes tied to their arms. The few experienced healers would possess blue ones, and here came Sabrina with a blue stretch of cloth for Pilar and a thanks for showing up. She looked tired, but not worn, she was gathering energy in her trips back and forth before expending it here before each trip.

Pilar took the sash and tied it around her arm. "Where do you need me?" she asked. She assumed there was some kind of system, and that with a blue sash she was to go to a blue tent, but she wanted to be sure.

Sabrina gestures to the blue tent section. “I need you to determine who no longer needs to take up space in my tents.” A few injured stayed put even after their care was given, likely not knowing they should clear out the space for those graduating from the red tents and therefore causing a sort of bottleneck when new people trickled in from those still scavenging the wreckage of various areas. Survivors were coming in from the east as well as the west, by now more from the west since the Throne room was mostly picked clean, but on occasion someone would be found compounding lethargy to their injuries which made them higher risk than those found in the beginning. She then gestures to the white tents. “Take them there, if you find anyone that can get up and around, give them a white sash and put them to work. By order of the King.” It wasn’t by order of the King, but up until now no one seemed to question the executive order and mostly went along with it.

Pilar nodded. "Okay." She hurried off to the nearest tent to begin her work. She told one of the healers what she was sent to do, and he in response explained the color-coding to her. Naturally, the first person Pilar tried to move made a huge stink about it. "But my leg is broken! I can't be moved!" he whined. Pilar cringed. "Sir, this tent is--" "What do YOU know?! You're not the boss around here! Now get me some water or piss off!" Pilar shrank back. She wasn't used to sapient patients putting up a fight. Animals, sure, but not people. What could she do? Sabrina couldn't be bothered for something like this... but she'd been given a task to complete. She had to help. Pilar straightened up and stepped back over to the bed. Flinging the covers off, she bent down and lifted the man from the bed easily. He blinked. "Wh-what are you--?!" "This bed is for people with worse injuries than you. End of discussion." Pilar turned and walked from the tent, the man complaining the whole way. Pilar came to a white tent and dumped him in the nearest bed. Then she fetched him a glass of water and left. She felt... weird. Almost thrilled. She'd never disregarded someone else's wishes in such a blatant, physical manner before.

Reinhardt ||| A tremendous crash can be heard from just inside the fort, along with a easily visable cloud of dust rising up followed by various slurs and shouting. It seems while working, some men inside the fort moved debris that was holding up a much larger pile of debris, that now fell upon a few men. It doesn't take long before the gates, still study and capable, swing all the way open as a group of men come out, some carrying others. One in particular, Reinhardt, carries two men under each arm, though to be fair these chaps are holding their own weight for the most part. Looking about, the knight knew of a set up for the wounded to seek treatment, and isntantly headed that way. He looks about, hoping to catch someone in charge, as he bellows out in a pleading tone. " Someone, please come quick!"

Sabrinaobviously watched Pilar make her first attempt, she had been dealing with attitude all day. That is what happens when the rich get hurt, bunch of crybabies. She almost intervened, until Pilar stood up for herself in that manner. “Good girl” she mutters more to herself than anything. The Elfess visibly flinches, swearing if one more thing came down she would just piss her pants right then and there. “Pilar!” She is already headed off towards the Paladin at a full trot. She skims by the men being carried, each one receiving their own colored pieces of cloth, one red, two blue, and one “Oh get up, you’re fine.” She is making her way to Reinhardt mumbling something about a broken damned pinky. “You don’t even use the blasted thing…” The men were slumped, so she couldn’t see their faces. She would turn to Pilar though expecting an on-the-spot determination. As always, the Healer was never too busy to stop for a pop quiz.

Pilar barely spared Ranok a glance. If she'd known who he was, she would have perhaps reacted differently. As in, she would have reacted. But she didn't. Instead, she hurried over to Sabrina and the men. Hardly looking at Reinhardt (he was standing, ergo he was fine), she looked over the men he was carrying. One was bleeding from the head, and she looked at the wound carefully. "Shallow," she said, sounding relieved. She examined the rest of his body, finding only other minor abrasions, except for a broken arm. She gave him a white cloth and sent him on his way. Another man also had a broken arm, as well as a broken leg, with a bone protruding from the skin. He was given a white cloth as well, and his buddy helped him limp along to the tent. The third man had a large gash in his side, and Pilar gave him a blue cloth (which he promptly stuffed in the wound to staunch the bleeding). The last man was conscious, but also bleeding from the ears and nose. Pilar gave him a red cloth.

Reinhardt watched many things happen at a very fast pace. One, the woman in front of him who seems to be in charge (Sabrina) was otherworldly beautiful, as such elves usually are. This is a momentary distraction, before another woman (Pilar) evaluates his men. Seeing they are in proper care puts him at ease for the most part, but worry is still evident on his face. What draws the knights attention the most, is the arrival of a force that many see as aid relief, but Reinhardt sees as foreign forces waltzing into Larket wholly unannounced, as well as more than likely unapproved. This means the knight makes his way right over to the man (Ranok) who seems in charge, right after a heartfelt thank you to Sabrina and Pilar, to where he says. " Sir, have your armed men stand down and await proper vetting by local authorities. Your aid is welcome, and needed, but an armed presence -not- of larketian men is a very, -very- out of line approach to offering any help, no matter how noble the thought." Given Larket just came out of a war, unknown mercs will sow concern, and worse yet rumors. The King needs to be informed of this, or at least the local sheriff. But, for this moment, Reinhardt will have to do. He holds his stance towards the unknown man and his men, hoping his complies with these orders, as enough have happened today.

Lita had little sense of how long she'd been asleep at the Academy but according to Valen, Krice wasn't there. So she had little reason to be. Against advise she was making her way barefoot back towards the Fort, mostly stumbling through debris and rubble. Her left arm was still numb from shoulder to fingers, an adverse effect of the Corruption's dark magics. She was dressed in cotton pants and a loose tunic, both of which did not quite fit her. But standing and walking meant most of the healers bustling about would leave her be, tending to those more severely injured and she was on a mission. Despite the exhaustion, despite the fact that everything hurt a little. The rest of the world was mostly a blur of sound and color, her brain not quite able to focus on one thing. She was still trying to process the night before. The memories felt like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that had been dumped into her brain and she was trying to put it together without knowing what the picture was. She stubbed her toe against a slab of stone and stumbled a step before catching her balance but not before a string of curses left her lips in a slur that was liable to make adults within earshot cover the ears of children. How far was the Fort from here, anyway? She squinted in that general direction but everything looked the same. Broken. How was she supposed to find one man in all of that? Sabrina gave approving nods to most of Pilar’s decisions, but took her aside by the arm to ask her to revise the bone protrusion next to until she was sure there was no internal bleeding. She noted she would personally check in on him herself to ensure this wasn’t the case. “I am proud of you, you did good.” She catches Reinhardt’s awkward stare and looks behind her in wonder at what he could possibly be struck by. “Are you okay?” Maybe she and Pilar missed something. He walks right past her on a mission toward the perceived incoming forces. She sighs and chases after him, though she had no say over martial law in times like these. Her job was to care for the wounded, that was it. She stops just short, letting the men have their words and leaving no indication she sided, or knew, either of them. Ranok would be given a sympathetic look, in all actuality the Knight of Larket had jurisdiction here. It wouldn’t have mattered that she couldn’t help since a slurry of sailor-fit words find themselves across the walk. She blinks over at Lita who looks worse for wear but upright. Relief hits her all of a sudden, Krice would never forgive her if Lita was in that rubble. After all, she was out cold by the time Lita took her leave and had no idea either way. “Lita!” She calls, redirected again to approach the woman. It was almost like she was suddenly running in circles. She misses the general insults Ranok gifted the Paladin, and it was probably good too, since undermining the authority of a town already under such stress might have not earned the response Ranok was expecting of her. Still, Lita was not far, and Sabs was not at full sprint; So, given Ranok’s much wider stride it would be mathematically correct to assume he would catch up at some point if his attention was not drawn away.

Reinhardt exhales a long and drawn out breath as this guy bucks up, all show with his cigar smoke and gruff posturing. Its at this moment, that more larketian knights arrive, having made sure the area that they all just occupied, was quartered off for safety. Here, the knights outnumber the mercs easily, and many wonder who this unknown armed men are. Its with just a notion that Reinhardt, the senior among them, halts their approach as he says without missing a beat in response to this man's proclamation of killing them all. " One. I give no damns who you -think- you are, here in Larket, Macon is King, Josleen is Queen, and under -their- authority, are you -commanded to -order- your men to stand down." Not backing down in the slightest, he continues. " I've not the time, nor patience, to deal with -you- in this kingdom. Your aid, however needed it is, can go with you if thats what you like. But your men -will- lay down their arms while here, they -will- be escorted by my won men while they are here, and -you- -will- either choose this option, or be asked, -once- to leave, before you will be -made- to leave. Thats it, and no cigar, or would be theatrics, are gonna make it any other way. You've no options, but those, and you've a limited time to decide upon it. Any more -threats- will be met with equal, and let me tell you far superior and more than ready forces." Dismissing this guy now, the knight turns to Sabrina, and looks at wat she is working with, shaking hsi head as e notices the diminishing supplies, he looks back to the stranger, and says. " I -hope- you choose right, and just have your men comply, so we can get to what we are both wanting to do, and thats help. Otherwise, -you- choose to escalate things, and I've no problem giving you what you want, even though I've much better things to do right now. Got it?" The tension runs high, as the knights seem ready for whatever may come, and begin making their way around to better cordon off the area to protect citizens, as well as get the best avenues to engage a possible enemy. These men just fought a war, and that itch is still ready to be scratched any moment.

Lita was inspecting her sore toe, wincing when she heard her name and looked up to find Sabrina heading her way. She furrowed her brow at the Healer, quickening her pace to close that distance between them. She remembered Lionel pulling the girl from beneath rubble the night before. She was glad to see the woman okay. She lifted her right hand to the Healer's shoulder, suddenly feeling the need to hold her attention. "We have to find him!" she exclaimed, feeling that wave of panic wash through her again. "He was in the Fort and then we were in the Academy, so we have to- we have to find him." She wasn't sure if she was making any sense or not but she was not about to accept a possibility where he had not made it out.

Ranok was still less then preturbed at Reinhardt's sword rattling. While there was no doubt that he'd follow through at the threats, however foolhardy it might be, it wouldn't come to that. An ice cold look is leveled on the paladin, "Your authority is noted. Perhaps you might tattoo it to your forehead to expedite recognition next time. Regardless, my men are here on a relief cause. What arms they carry are to stand stout against what enemies might have accost us enroute and while delivering the goods." A finger gestures at the guardsmen that materialized, "This is unnecessary, hurt feelings or no. Do not waste your men's blood attempting to posture. Medical supplies and a water purification cart are here." A map is, without ceremony, produced and shoved into the nearest pair of hands. That done, he was withdrawing. The engineer's he'd leave, and unlike him, held no significant ego. Or bad attitude, for that matter. Saving lives was more their priority, and they would cooperate with what needed to be cooperated with. A token guard remains, willing hands to serve and protect those who stayed, but the bulk of those brought were already pulling up stakes to leave with their commander. Haeli had no business in Larket, save to sate a curiosity that was eating its way into anxiety. Deep down, something felt wrong and a cool, unnatural calmness settled onto the heavily scarred avian’s features. The glamor that often presented her to others, of cherry-painted lips and kohl-lined eyes, was not present, for her mind was far too frantic beside that eerily placid facade for her to maintain the illusion. She stood among the citizens slowly being driven back for their safety, but her feet remain firm - if this were to catch the ire of one of the soldiers, the avian would not appear to be frightened. That alone was rather uncharacteristic for the girl. Stormy, grey eyes, typically of a more silvery hue, swept this way and that over the damage wrought upon the fort. She was looking for someone. At her sides, her hands curled into tight fists - so much so that her nails bit crescents into her skin. When asked, as it inevitably would be, the avian would answer with, “I am looking for someone who may have been here.” Sabrina sighs, leaving Lita with a ‘one moment’ finger drawn and a trinket in her hands. ”Go to the House of Ara, along the River Vibrance. We pulled him out this morning, he needs all the support he can get.” She didn’t sound crazy at all, no crazier than the Elfess did when she arrived in the wee hours of the morning. She turns to the two men, Ranok is approached first, calmly, and with a gentleness for what she was about to ask of him. It was too late, words exchanged and she was helpless to keep him from leaving in a huff. She looks to Reinhardt. “Very diplomatic of you.” She turns on her heel and heads back up toward the tents, seeing Haeli and strolling over to her to see what the hold up was. She was sinking into a mood, that all could have been handled better from both sides, but at least Ranok left things of use. She snatches a roster, of sorts, the one being passed around with columns. “Confirmed dead are on the right, names you are looking for you can fill in on the left.” It was less caring, than she had been for the last few hours. She was getting quite tired and the male bonding that just occurred did not do well for morale amongst the survivors.

Reinhardt watches as the man cedes to the demands, and waltzes off in a huffy manner to puff his cigar and do bearded man things. The men who stay, and looked upon and told. " You're aid is greatly welcomed. You're bravery in marching these supplies, all the way from Rynvale, on less than a day's notice, is remarkable. Thank you, but for the peace of mind, armed outsiders will at -least- be escorted by a larketian guard, or knight, at -all- times. You here to help with supplies, will answer to..." He pauses, and looks to Sabrina, asking. " Excuse me ma'am, I didn't catch your name, I'me very sorry. Scatterbrained at the moment."

Lita could have kissed the Elfess just then had she been so inclined. Her hand moved from the girl's shoulder to her cheek in a rare affection as the Healer revealed that whoever they'd been speaking of had indeed been pulled from the rubble of what was left of the Fort. So he was alive. That was something. But the House of Ara? The girl may have been speaking in tongues, a strange object pressed into her hand and she nodded vaguely at the woman. She probably should have said thank you, something along those lines, but the words escaped her and before she could find them Sabrina was moving away and on to other business. LIta glanced up at Ranok and the other stranger, orders being barked about men and supplies and she just wanted out. She turned from the scene, dark eyes flickering over Haeli in passing before she'd be turning to head east towards that aforementioned river.

Haeli took the list when it was held toward her, her gaze hungrily falling to the names on the right column. The dead. As her eyes move from line to line, her hand begins to shake. The name she sought was not on it, and while she ought to feel relieved, she did not. Transferring it to her right hand, the avian found something with which to write as she stared at the page. Something seemed to snap in the avian, and her features shifted from that unusual calmness to an expression of distress. She managed to still her fingers long enough to fill in the name of who she was looking for: Krice. When she held the board back out to Sabrina, the scarred avian’s hand was shaking so badly that the list fell from her hands.

Sabrina she uttered her name. “Sabrina.” But she couldn’t figure out what for. She looked at all those left behind, not wanting to deal with them too. “Wait… I can’t… can I talk to you for a second?” She’d wrap her hand around the crook of his elbow and yanked with the might of a newly born foal. “I have no authority here. You can’t leave them with me.” She is looking way up at him with minty almond eyes. She would definitely step on his toe if he continued with this initiative. The stern look on her face would have told him that. She looks down the western route to see Lita headed off just that way. She smiles, but only for a second before her face goes back to one that meant business for Reinhardt. The Avian drops the papers and Sabrina rushes to pick it up. She looks at the scribble of a familiar name and her eyes go to Haeli. But she didn’t know this girl and one can never be too careful when it came to the Warrior’s safety. Especially when he was like this. She scratches the name off the list and frowns at the woman. “He’s fine, he is under my direct care.” Tucking the list under her arm she offers no extra explanation, plus, he wasn’t fine and she wasn’t about to start spreading any such word of it.

Reinhardt exhales. There was far too much going on for all of tis right now, and the pleading woman was right. It wasn't fair to dump these men some stranger walked in on her. A moment is taken for the knight to collect himself, before he replies. " Alright, I'm sorry." To the incredibly beautiful elf. (It hit him again, those damn eyes) Turning back, he orders a few of his men. "Have them set up camp right outside the boarder. Offer wat rations and supplies tey need, that we can spare, but see they are comfortable, and guarded. For their safety, and ours." The man nods, and sets off rounding the men up, while Reinhardt quickly adds. " But allow Lady Sabrina enough time to filter trough these supplies and get what she needs. The King, or Queen, shall decide whats best here, I shall not overstep my own bounds." With that, the man returns to Sabrina, and asks. " Wat do you need? I've few men to spare, but they are able bodied and rested enough to lend hands." He quickly adds. " As am I." he wasn't above physical labor, and they all needed to work together to ensure things get done and no one reaches their wits end.

Haeli furrowed her brow at Sabrina, those mercurial eyes studying the healer in prolonged silence, perhaps debating the validity of the other’s words. “No,” she said finally, her voice cracking. “I need to know where. I need to see him.” Even her wings trembled. “If he was fine…” she trailed off, sucking in an unsteady breath - the avian was on the verge of a panic attack. Her chest ached, a sharp and stabbing pain that was not unlike the blades that had once pierced her flesh. “If he was fine, he would have told me. Either in person, or by courier.” There is certainty in her unsteady voice. The avian’s mind was too fragile, a fact that the warrior was well aware of: she trusted in him not to give her cause to worry, to sink into old ways. If Krice was fine, he would have found a way to tell her so. Color drained from her features.

Sabrina has a stern look towards the Knight, complete with tilt of head with disapproval over one small note. “Offer them the same rations you provide to your men.” He hadn’t considered the semi-rebellious healer was all about things being equal, no one life was worth more than another. She was suspicious of his direct eye contact and notable lack of fear when he kept looking in her eyes. Most cower, some simply refuse to look when they spoke to her, but here on first meeting he was not only unafraid, but somehow unaffected by it. What did she need? “I..uhm.” She points to the water filtration wagon. “D-does anyone know how that works?” She found him curious, in some cases it could be a good thing, usually it meant she held interest in dissecting the thing that made her curious. Not this time, this time she was simply at a loss to even define what made him so curious. ‘No’ is heard over her shoulder. Another first. No one had told her ‘no’ before and this brought furrowed brows to a point. “No?” She squares up to Haeli. “Look, I don’t know who you think you are talking to, but no one sees Krice unless I say so. I don’t know you, and I say No.” It almost looked like the elfess would physically get into an alteration over this, but Krice was almost… her brother. She dismissed the Avian with a curt bow of her head. “I say he is fine, he is fine. That is all.”

Reinhardt doesn't know why she looks at him the way she does, but she does. Only a moment is available to ponder on that, before he looks to his men and says. " Brodric! You know what this is, yeah? Didn't you get one working while we were deployed before?" The man,a bit more stout than his frame might allow, walks over and says. "Yeah, I can get it going." Thank god for Brodric.. " Good, get it done. The rest of you, help this woman's workers, and get the men some of our rations from the fort. See they are well taken care of, but keep a damn eye on them!" Looking back, he hates to intervene between two women, but he braves it. To Haeli, he says. " A lot is going on, it appears this person you're looking for is fine, but under close care. I must insist you allow that to be enough for right now, and either get to helping us with these other people, or please step aside and allow Lady Sabrina to get back to work." He hated how it sounded, but he was trying his best to be as non-partisan as possible here, while still assuming authority. And really, he has had his fill of disruptive and time consuming people after that sad little man with the beard.

Haeli flinched visibly, a ruffle of feathers following the movement and Sabrina rounded on her. Reinhardt’s words, joining in with the elf’s, did little to assuage the bile rising in the scarred girl’s throat. A glance, cold and stormy, was cast toward the knight as pale lips turned downward. Which of the two the avian is speaking to is hard to tell - perhaps it is both of them. “I don’t give a damn who you are,” she managed, between the rise and fall of heavy, unsteady breath as her chest tightened. “But since you’re so damned protective of someone I’ve probably known longer than you,” -her words cut off suddenly and a pale hand rose upward as if touching the skin over her heart would be enough to soften the agony rising within, the sheer terror settling in- “if he dies, and I don’t get to see him, you can rest assured I will hate you with every breath I draw.” By the time she’s finished speaking, the avian is crying.

Sabrina was grateful she had someone to back her up. One tiny little elfess combating an Avian of any kind would have the odds stacked against them. Sabrina blinks. Hate? What did she care who hated her, if she had a list it would be a mile long. Not everyone could be saved, after all. The Elfess sighs, she was crying, that was all she needed. She meant to offer some words of solace but in those few moments the ground would shake yet again, the crack of a red tent folding in on the wounded inside garners her attention. She curses aloud and breaks into a full sprint, headed just that way.

Haeli had lied, honestly. She hated Sabrina the moment the elf refused to tell her where Krice was. With trembling step, the avian pivoted on her heel to take her leave - she couldn’t be bothered to offer her help, not to someone that, in her mind, had treated her so poorly. Her idea of right and wrong were skewed, tailored to her own tastes. It was amidst this pivot that the aftershock rumbled through the area and the avian lost her balance. When she fell, she scraped her knees and the palms of her hands and, in a bit of a daze, stared blankly at the ground whilst those tears continued to moisten her cheeks. For the first time in over a year, she found herself yearning for a drink, for a high, for something that would distract her from the scenarios that wiggled their way into her mind. For the first time since Desparrow had run her through with his sword, the avian considered breaking her sobriety. If she couldn’t see Krice, what would she do? She lifted her hands from the ground staring at her bloodied palms. She could go to Rynvale, perhaps speak to Ranok, but… heh, he believed her little more than a mere spectre, for he had believed her dead, and… well, that was just as likely to drive her back to the bottle. At that precise moment, while the healers and the knights tended to the wounded, the avian had an immensely depressing thought: with Sabrina refusing to tell her where Krice was, the avian was truly and entirely alone. Slowly, she pushed herself to her feet when the tremors subsided. A beat of her wings later, she lifted from the ground and flew southward, her path erratic at best. Her destination, even she was not sure.

Sabrina had a full plate at present, sad to say that Haeli’s departure went unnoticed, if not with relief. She made it to the tent where people were already attempting to pull the legs up and re-erect that structure. She dug her boots in deep, providing physical labor before there was even an opportunity to check on those inside. The tent was large, stretching longways along the road and requiring twelve separate anchors to keep it up, they needed to work in unison but they were all trying to bear the whole of it at different speeds of urgency. Her small frame didn’t amount to much, and thus far the efforts kept dropping the heavy cloth back on top of those inside. She tried screaming for them to ‘heave’ in accordance to her wishes, but the commotion was loud and her voice was lost. She turns to the only one who’s attention she could grab, Reinhardt. “… you!” She points, already having forgotten his name. She removes her coat and tosses it on the ground before catching an edge to the red fabric and essentially diving into the mayhem within. Apparently ‘You’ meant he should do something. People listened to him, that was good.

Reinhardt snaps to in a manner only a soldier like he can, noticing what needs to be done and getting to it with a gusto that comes from years of doing things just like this. Its his men that he bellows out to first. " Alright! Get to it, this isn't your first tent! All at once, and make it sturdy! This place better be up in a few minutes of you'll go without supper tonight!" Its that kind of talk that motivates a soldier. Their pay, and their bellies. The men get to it with newfound motivation, each of the twelves anchors put in place, and then heaved up like only strong young backs can do. Once the tent is secure, ten men tie down what needs to be secured, reinforce everything else, and then go to setting back up everything as is common, wile taking orders from Sabrina's workers as what goes where, what needs to be moved, who needs to be moved and what to fetch. With this doubling of the workforce, the tent is abuzz and working at quite full capacity in an amazing amount of time. Even Reinhardt himself is busy tending to what he can, fetching water, new rags, disposing of old ones and moving beds to make room. Efficiency is a thing a military man is a master of, and hard work just comes with the job. His eyes scan, making sure his men work diligently, all the while making sure he is where he is most needed as well. The guy is a machine. Sabrina is working hard as well, though she was not capable of the lifting and the hoisting like Reinhardt’s men were she was very organized and efficient in the way of a healer. Little damage to the actual patients occurred during all of this, a sprained ankle from a healer, and a couple of minor bruises were all that came of it. After about an hour until things got back to normal she finally takes a seat. She was sweaty and gross, donning a tank top and using the sleeve of her jacket to wipe the shine from her upper lip and forehead. She is brought water, but refuses it. “Tend to them.” She waved generically to the tents that had been neglected during the turmoil. Leaning back across a section of stone she looks up to the skies. “Will this day never end!” She was no machine, she was tired, and sweaty, and mentally exhausted. Mostly she was sweaty, and it put the exceeding tidy elfess in a mood.

Reinhardt walks up, now shirtless himself and just as sweaty, the man arrives with two pitcher of water and some clean rags. " One for drinking, one for getting the muck off of us." Says the man as he dips the rag into the water, rings it a little, and hands the damp cloth to Sabrina, before doing the same for his own. He begins to wipe away the sweat and dirt from his face first, then his arms, before sitting down close by and taking in the sight before them. His men, her workers, all still going at it with sheer determination of getting things back on track. He looks over, pours her and him a drink of water, and says. "Well, its getting there."

Sabrina sits up. No one had to ask her twice to clean up a bit. She too starts with her face, her neck, her arms. Again the drink is waved off. She didn’t need that, but people didn’t know. She removes her shirt, pouring a bit of water on it before wringing it out, and shaking it thoroughly. She wears binders, which covered indecency, but the purpose behind the wraps were to acquire a more elvish and less human figure. Not that this would have been the focus of such an action. Her middle was heavily scarred. The tank top hid some sections that ventured around the hemming, but what few pieces of marred flesh stuck out around her shoulder and neck-line could have easily been dismissed having been covered in dust and soot. The lower area of her ribs on the side he is sitting on look to have been remodeled at some point. The shirt is returned to her form, she feels cleaner- but not clean. Safe to say, that outside of garments she was nothing to look at, unless in jest. Too thin, muscular tone prominent to a peasant’s degree. -not fine, as his title of ‘Lady’ would suggest.

Reinhardt is just as, if not more, scarred. But that it to be expected, isn't it? A warrior, living a warrior's life? Training comes with a price, as war often leaves little error for mistakes or second chances. But, if he seemed off put by her body, it didn't show. He sneaks a peak or two, he is a guy after all. But he does so in a modest manner, as in he catches himself looking and stops. He is a knight, and as such holds himself to a higher standard in many regards, but most in how he carries himself as a man. He finishes up cleaning up, then downs a glass of water in a hefty gulp, trying to quench his thirst. He has been at this since the incident happened, and it was starting to take a toll. But, he wouldn't allow it to sow, if he could help it, and asks. " What else needs to be done. m'lady?" She was gonna have to get used to his manners, he wasn't going to change anytime soon.

Sabrina didn’t look. Her interest in men was handicapped unless they showed interest. Her affliction made relationships a little one sided and she learned that those kinds of feeling were meant for prettier things. She saw how men looked at them, and after a while she resorted to the fact that despite being a woman she didn’t quite make the radar. She tried dresses, they were less than functional. This had nothing to do with Reinhardt specifically, just that she knew her place and purpose and rarely ventured outside of that. She points to the sky without looking, cleaning some crud off her boot with the muddied sole of the other. “Shift change.” Sure enough the sun looked like it would rise in minutes, if not seconds. Already replacements were tagging in, where one would come another would leave and there were no gaps in coverage. She ran a tight ship. Finally she looks at him, his eyes, obviously. “You too.” Was she… sending him to bed? He had to be worn, and moreso, his men. That little taste of cleanliness made her hungry for more. There was no such thing as too clean, she was a bit of a tyrant when it came to that.

Reinhardt wasn't one to argue a relief of duty, especially wen his men had worked as hard as they have these past few days. He rises, tosses his shirt over his shoulder, and calls out to his men. " Head out! Get some sleep. " He pauses, nods to one knight who has been rather cozey with one of Sabrina's workers, and replies. " Real sleep, not just in a bed, but up all night. We've work to do, and a kingdom to rebuild. Our King expects, nor deserves, any less than our best. So, sleep, eat in the morning but be ready early. I wan't half of you back here tomorrow, aiding where needed. The rest, with me, we've got to finish the fort." As the men disperse, Reinhardt looks back to Sabrina, and adds. " If you need me, just seek me out. Reinhardt is my mane. Reinhardt Devereux." With that, another bow, to excuse himself, before he says in passing. "Sweet dreams, Lady Sabrina." And he was off.

Sabrina watched him go with a little smirk. It was dawn, but his soldiers surely knew he misspoke. Hell, for all she knew, morning to them meant an increment of downtime and nothing more. She’d remember his name, and as she fiddled with the piece of cloth he had given her she turns back to her duty. She’d bathe in a few hours and get right back to it.