If it's just the hezrou, the fort can maybe handle it with some casualties but no serious operational consequences, but hezrous are only mostly solitary and you can't rely on demons doing what they mostly do. The commander gives the order to read off a Sending scroll calling for a strike team before he heads out to be ready to meet the thing in battle.
None of those thoughts produce words she can say out loud to Select Artigas. "That makes sense," she says. "When do you think you'll go?"
"I think I'll write my letters and then accompany them on their first leg east, and tomorrow join a squad going west."
She nods. "I'd be curious to hear how it goes - I've wondered how those forts are faring."
"The report I took with my porridge indicated they have not fallen overnight; what more detail would you care to have?"
"How people are thinking about what happened. How they feel about what happened. How they're getting by, logistically. How they react when they learn Iomedae picked you up. Stuff like that."
"I am not aware of a good way to inquire of any of these people how they feel about what happened."
She grins and nods. "That one's hard, with Chelish people. I wouldn't get much more than a glimpse, visiting on a patrol - it's a lot of talking to people in a way that gets their guard down a bit and being good at listening, paying attention to what they're not saying..." she shrugs. "I'm curious about a lot of things it's not easy to learn more about." Like you.
"Well, I can make it known Iomedae picked me up, that will not raise any particular hackles at least about specifically feelings-related overtures because it's operationally relevant, and see what people have to say."