"Drop whomever you can!"

Saetiri turned away from the battlefield. The fight was necessary, but she had little to no stomach for it. Attacking a fleeing foe was a small step above massacring, but since there was a likely chance they were going to fight the survivors of this shortly, there seemed to be no better choice. As painful as it was to see the dead strewn about the battlefield, she would rather see ten of Riasom's soldier's than one of their own. So she strayed back to their encampment, allowing her mind to wander away from the atrocities of the day.

One more push. Tonight. Then this will all be over, and things will return to normal, to peace.

She flipped of her hat and turned it upside down. "Come out Roust, the fighting is done. For now, at least." At her cajoling, a pair of furry black and white ears poke out of the top, followed by a pink nose sniffing the air cautiously. Eventually the whole rabbit hops out of the hat, landing on the grass below. Saetiri pulls her red hair back, tying it at the bottom with a blue ribbon that had fallen out during the fighting to keep it out of her face. She sits against her green and brown broom as it hovers a few feet in the air, petting Roust who had hopped into her arms. She turns to the others, doing her best to keep her tone optimistic, not the somber feeling in her gut at the moment.

"Seven years and I still never know what to say at times like this. Well done?" She shakes her head. "Hopefully it won't matter. How are you all feeling, friends? Ready for one more charge?" Looking at the faces in front of her, Saetiri thinks already knows the answers. But she still wants to hear them say it.