Arenglae (prime)/Early Morning Meandering

It is easy to disregard the horrors of war from view when one is far removed from the battlefield.

Arenglae did not sleep well when she returned to her room at Solhaven Inn. Everytime she closed her eyes, she was faced with a recurrence of the waves of attackers, an onslaught she had never faced before. Her Father ensured she would never be involved in such things as she was meant to be a scholar, not a soldier. Her intent had been just that, to observe what was happening in the west in order to ascertain if aid was needed, if there may be a threat to those who may support aid as an extension of the treaty, and if there was enough cause for concern to alert her cousin.

As she stared restlessly up at the ceiling, she thought of the woman in the camp, defenseless against hurled fiery explosion. Her body was covered in burns, many of which would have certainly been lifethreatening in mere moments if Alosaka hadn't been there to heal her. There was so much happening, too much chaos, voices either calling for help or yelling taunts of destruction. But this one woman who was at the camp trying to find a better life, whose terror and pain in that moment showed clearly through her eyes, that had the greatest affect on Arenglae's outlook on the events that unfolded. And if there was one victim that she knew about, how many others were there at that same moment, feeling the exact way she did?

Deciding sleep wouldn't come, she roused Kori from her slumber at the foot of the bed, dressed, and headed back to the campsite. Tilting her head up, she noted dawn slowly approaching as the skies began to lighten to the east, and the smell of smoke lingering in the air.

At the approach, two guards barred her way, clearly wary of her presence. As Kori jumped before Arenglae and growled at the guards, Arenglae whispered a few words in Elven to calm the vulpine. With a yip, Kori moved to the side, and Arenglae offered the guards a faint smile, calmly explaining in common her reason for coming so early in the morning, especially after the attack. Glancing between themselves, the guards nodded, allowing her entry.

She had no destination as she wandered the grounds, her gaze passing here and there to survey the damage. No more than two, maybe three hours prior, the area was on fire. Some spots still smoldered, and the sickening scent of charred flesh haunted the area. Running in and out of a tent where cries of anguish could be heard were settlers, possibly healers. Arenglae turned her attention there, heading in that direction to see what aid she could offer. A crunch beneath her feet distracted her as she looked down with a furrowed brow.

A doll.

Kneeling, she inspected the toy, its porcelain face cracked and dirty and its dress muddied and burned in certain spots. With a worried expression, her eyes darted back and forth, scanning for the doll's owner. Relief came to her as she saw no one nearby who would have owned it, and she assumed whoever it would have been had fortunately already been taken care of. Picking up the doll, she continued towards what appeared to be the triage tent, and opting to stay out of the way, left it near the entrance flap.

Arenglae wandered the camp, finding the untended spots that still smoldered and quenched their smoke with summoned water. It was all she could offer for now, and sleep would be necessary before she could do more. A bath first, though, then an attempt to slumber. After that... letters would need to be sent.