The fort is still a mess, but the bodies and captives have been cleared from the grounds, at least. The building holding the cells is still standing, explaining where the latter have gone. The former are laid out in a training field on the other side of a row of slightly charred trees from the field hospital.
Tents have been set up in and around that field, large ones for the healers overseeing injured soldiers, smaller ones for the lightly wounded or uninjured to share. The soldier carrying Jaim takes him to one of the latter, a bit larger than most of the others.
Ilek is sleeping inside. Jaim slumps upon seeing him, some tension he didn't even notice releasing its grip. The soldier sets him, seated, on one of the other cots.
She then turns to Zephyrinus, gesturing at the third bed in the tent. Each has a curtain partition, currently tied up against the tent wall, which they can let down for privacy from the rest of the tent. The space in between them contains some log stools and a small table.
Jaim chuckles, seeing that, "Roughing it, are we?" He asks.
The soldier smiles, tired, "Yes, sir."
He hums, fighting slowly with the buckle on his left bracer, "I wonder if my teapot survived."
"I can get you some tea, sir."
"No, don't bother. I'll be asleep soon enough."