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"Thanks, guys." She returns to check on the wounded.

The healing goes well, this place has been many things, but it's always had an affinity for healing. Jessica can feel her balefire, her hold, working over time with almost troll like dedication to provide

Jessica positions herself near that 'Fire, one hand gripping her Maul.

The maul in her other hand seems to radiate reassurance, but also vigilance. One hand on the storm, the other on the hearthfire.

With a faint frown, Jessica notes something for later consideration, but with purposeful focus she turns her attention to the wounded and their news. "Sergeant, can you give me a report of what happened?"