The Surgical Wagons are entirely clear of patients as they have been steadily transferred to the Medical Wagon when stable. Now, the Medical Wagon is also free:
*I was currently making my rounds within the Medical Wagon, releasing what few Outriders remained within... They were the amputees. More than one had lost an arm; most had lost fingers and toes, if not most or all of a foot... Some had undergone more than one surgery, after a part of a limb believed viable had started to show signs of blood-sickness. Infection was always a worry during migration. Still, the pink, tender stumps were doing as well as could be expected in all cases... The men were anxious to drive wagons where they must, ride where they could, or simply direct the slaves of their wagons if they could do little else...*
*I doled out rations to the Men as they departed, some supported by apprentice healing slaves who bore the burden of the satchels of food, as well... There was the ever-present jerky, but there was also fresh, flat pan-bread and FRUIT, glorious fruit! I had made the care packages myself, for the Outriders would need the strength. All had been on saline drips to replenish fluids lost, but some would remain anemic for long days to come...*
The Healers work to categorize and store the medicinal supplies bought in Turia. All will be ready when we move out tonight. I am sure the RoT will ensure that we Healers and healing slaves do not remain idle for long.