Valia spends most of the night on search and rescue efforts and stumbles back to the temple a few hours before dawn. Reports that Blai's dead and then collapses in her bed. They wake her for prayers, somewhat apologetically as she clearly needs the sleep but also they clearly need the channels. She assures them that she's glad they woke her. Her head is spinning and everything is thick and cloudy and confusing.
She prays for spells. She gets them. She does the morning channel. She tries to go back out looking for more survivors but is talked down. The Archmage Naima was doing the same last night, apparently, and there's no one out there still breathing, and a fair few zombies. Valia would probably win a fight with a zombie but she acknowledges that this is not the most useful thing for her to be doing right now. The city watch can also win a fight with a zombie. What Valia should be doing right now is figuring out what happened. So she asks people. Starts trying to piece together from the cloud of confusion who went out to fight, and what they were fighting. She hadn't even thought there were Evil local nobles in Westcrown.
Apparently Archduke Blanxart is a Thrune. This both makes sickening sense of everything and also no sense at all.
She's sitting there, talking with people, when Ramirez arrives.