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It was over. The fighting, anyway. There were still small skirmishes, still revolutionaries who had been unable to runaway to gather and bind in preparation for their punishment, whatever the weyrs deemed it would be. They were sadly forced into close quarters now, however. There was not only one weyr's worth of refugees appearing at Trine... but two. Where Trine had stood, Malvren had fallen as Benden had.

Now it was left to those still capable of moving to clean up the stragglers, find injured who couldn't move and needed attention and see to them, and begin cleaning up the damage to the buildings of the weyr itself. Cetalese had agreed to scout the areas for fallen humans, dragons, and-- perhaps-- friendly whers. They'd had one already, the Green and her handler from the fight for the training building. Thankfully the pair was stable now and being seen to at a secondary infirmary far from Brakiath. That had certainly been a shocking turn of events.

Cetalese had just delivered an injured pair back to the make-shift infirmary and was now swooping low over the weyr looking for more. Their next target, however, was much easier to see than the humans from before.

A dragon. I think it is Asoth. Halith sounded fairly certain and she sped up her progress to make it to the Brown sooner. After seeing the ichor-marred jagged-edged spots on his back, Cetalese was sure too.

Bespeak Asoth. See if they're all right. Though Cetalese knew she should question which side they were fighting for, especially in light of her earlier concern over all of the Browns that sided with the Revolution, her first concern came for healing her fellow rider and his dragon. Besides, thinking anyone she knew was on the side of the Revolution was difficult for her, although she knew logically that it was possible.

Asoth, it is Halith. Do you and yours need a healer? she slowed until she was hovering above them, looking down.