Fires lit in the Swiss Alps; fires lit at the Prytaneum; the battle is over.
The Chosen come home the same way they left, except some of them travel on stretchers now, or in the arms of companions, instead of by their own volition. The injured are taken immediately to a handful of rooms in the Laboratories, where
Rafe Petrov meets them, frowning and dressed all in black that makes the stark paleness of his skin that much worse.
The Prytaneum isn't equipped with enough space for all of them. It doesn't have a dedicated infirmary, only these handful of rooms that serve as Rafe's home base, intended to patch up scrapes and bruises, one or two patients at a time instead of this influx. It means makeshift beds, makeshift curtains, and Rafe moving between them to immediately fix the worst of it.
He doesn't have a good bedside manner, but he certainly has some skill, bolstered by a healthy helping of magic. He can only do so much -- he can't patch them up entirely -- but the worst injured will be brought out of danger. Only a handful will need to stay in the infirmary, and even them for no longer than a week. And the rest will be patched up with traditional medicine.
Before dinner, they're all brought to the Assembly Hall for another meeting.
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