((Continuing after Prompt: Burnt))
Caedyn surveyed the makeshift camp with a heavy heart. With captain and so many others lost, she'd been the highest ranking officer. Even barking orders to organize the defenses of their holdout, she felt chafingly useless propped up on a splinted leg.
Her eyes went to the most familiar face, Callista, dusted with ash and soot, tending a soldier that they had rescued from some wreckage.
Looking around, there were a lot survivors from other units that formed this ragtag company, and she thanked Leopard's whiskers that they had as many able fighters as they did.
Night was coming fast.
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