August took three long, deep breaths before picking himself up. A quick analysis indicated that he was in one piece, the sphere still clenched tightly in his hand. That, he placed carefully in his belt pouch.

He cased quickly about, getting a lay of the land, checking to make sure they weren't in immediate danger. Then, he began moving about, helping people to their feet and checking to ensure everyone was alright, offering healing to anyone who was hurt, either by the transport, or the previous battle.

He focused on the situation at hand. No time to think of anything else. They had a mass of refugees to organize and keep safe. Whatever else, these were still his people and he was still a guard. He had his duty.

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