The wail had struck Saul's temple like a drum, he felt a headache coming on. Two, possibly three, minutes ago the squad he had sent out earlier returned early (Too early for his liking). The one with the hat, Myer if he remembered correctly, had been the one to speak. He was equally sluggish and anxious, stuttering something about being attacked in the forest and barely escaping with their lives. The girl Carrie stood by his side, nodding and delivering affirmative “Mm-Hmms!”, looking quite proud. Ruach stood behind the two, looking, gaze not particularly affixed to anything. The child Jorgen had found a stick on the ground, poking his own arm with it. Tracker had leaned himself on a nearby wall, seemingly drifting asleep.

“Did he, uhh, break it?” Asked Saul, leaning over to examine the child.

Myer answered “Uhh, n-no, I don’t think so? It’s stiff and floppy- Or something?”

Jorgen turned, lifting his numb arm with his good hand, letting it drop and slap his side. Saul immediately responded “We have a medicine cabinet on the inside- It’s not well stocked, bandages and some herbs, I’ll see if we have something, follow me.”

Saul gave up the block to Tacker, who slept with such swiftness that his head had nested on the table before Saul had even reached the door. The others followed. Saul made his way deeper into the small command center, letting the morning light guide him. Carrie pushed her way past the others till she was beside him. She was holding some sort of sack, rummaging through it. With her closer he got a better look; He had seen a dark mark across the side of her face, he thought it just dirt originally but could now see drying blood, he saw some other bruises or cuts not there previously, as well as dark bags beneath her eyes. Saul turned away, not wanting to stare, spinning into the kitchen with the others following. He spoke to Carrie.

“Despite our limited supplies we should have enough for all of you- Uhh, now let me find where it's been stocked at…”