Shouty druid digests this as one would bite down on a lemon.

"...... No, though your assessment of the situation is wrong. I cannot credibly challenge her for power because I am a dumb little child who doesn't know my place and can't watch my damned tongue. I also didn't say to ask for anything, I said to immediately apologize and offer real tangible reparations. Then I will take myself and the giant damned target on my back and go dramatically into the woods to pout like the child they all think I am to completely play into how I do not have power here and am not a threat." And use that time to find Halsin, she doesn't say, but it is nonetheless implied.

"Well, I will defer to your expertise in the local politics."

"You said you did not care about our child," accuses Komira.

"I did indeed, but people say things they don't mean all the time, dear, it's called lying. The end result is still that she is safe and sound and Kagha is not interested in pursuing the matter any further." To Ivetrielle and Zevlor: "Now, if my little self-centered act did not turn you off too much, I think I can in fact mollify her enough to come up with some more targeted advice—or, at least, serve as an appropriate enough target that when you do go apologise she will not be so freshly angry." And to Shadowheart: "And you should probably stay. They are likely to have wolves in there."

"—what?"

To Ivetrielle: "They do have wolves in there, don't they? And you never told me your name."

"They do, yes. Ivetrielle." She frowns and crosses her arms. "See, that's almost a decent plan, except for how it requires me to trust your ability to persuade, and yet here I am. Extremely unpersuaded. Especially by how you keep condescending to me, and have this entire damned time, despite how you must have noticed I fucking hate it and have been being the adult among the druids this entire damned time and am fresh out of fucking patience for this kind of bullshit!!"

"...sorry. It's hard to drop the act, I keep it on so often. I didn't mean to condescend. Or, well, I did, but only in word, not in action. I recognise you have been juggling rather a lot of knives here and I think you have done a very impressive job, if my guesses about your aunt's attitude and about where exactly I can see your hand in this camp are right. They are fed, and sheltered, and it was certainly not her doing. But it is my honest assessment that Kagha needs, for now, something to focus on other than the tieflings."

This does cause her to soften. A little. Grudgingly. It has clearly been kind of a while since anyone has told her she's doing a good job.

"I don't disagree, please do go running off to tell her all about the horrible mind flayers in the woods plotting to kill us all, but be warned that if she feels too threatened she will want to drop the dead weight so the people she cares about can live. Zevlor, maybe sell her on the benefits of having tiefling shaped meat shields when you are prostrating. Yes I know it's horrible, I apologize for my shitty phrasing, I am just, gods I am so fucking tired of this shit. I told you that you needed to get them under control."

The last part sounds a little plaintive. Oh, damn, now that the anger has been mollified she just wants to curl up and cry.

"Zevlor, this woman has your people's best interests at heart and you should thank the gods for placing her in your lives." It feels a bit ironic for him to say this given his own relationship to the gods but he doesn't need to bring that up. "Do listen to her."

"...right. Yes, I. I will. Ah, Locke, Komira—"

    "Yes, right, come on, darling, let's get you something hot to eat..." says Arabella's father, and Komira throws Zevlor a thankful look before following. Mattis and Silfy have vanished but the attentive onlooker will notice they are still watching the scene like hawks from a distance.

"They're afraid. And they only know one kind of life. Trying to change their lives like that, it's... been hard on them."

"Mm. Well, we don't live in a world of second chances, so count yourselves lucky that you got one anyway." Next time they do something that would get them killed they will just in fact get killed. That's just how this goes. "I think... Lae'zel and I should go see Kagha before she gets impatient, then, but if you wouldn't mind a suggestion for how to occupy your time, might I recommend cleaning up the mess outside? What camouflage this place has will I'm afraid not be sufficient in the face of the goblin bodies in front of the gate."

".... Right. Of course not. And they might not know where we are yet, even if those damned fools did lead them straight to our door," she agrees, the suggestion giving her some focus beyond crying about how everything is so unfair. Which does also mean that she will be out there alone dragging bodies away but fucking fine, she'll go do it herself if she has to. Off she turns to go sort that out, then, without so much as a goodbye.

Astarion spends a second watching her then looks at Shadowheart. "I think she could use some help, too, dear, if you would be so kind."

She blinks, looks over her shoulder, then at him again, then nods and goes after her.

"I'll come talk to you when I have better advice to give, Zevlor. Good luck."

"Thank you. ...you're a good man, Astarion."

"No, see, when you say things like that that's almost begging me to do something to prove you wrong. You'll ruin my image."

Zevlor shakes his head, smiling, before turning to go back to his work of sorting the refugees out.

"Are you going to have a reason why this was not a huge waste of time."

"Of course, darling. I believe we may be about to get a druid to join our party, and though I do love dear Shadowheart she is a bit too angry as a person to be a proper healer, isn't she? Maybe if we get Ivetrielle dearest we'll finally have one whole healer between the two of them."

The potential party member in question is stalking outside to see about the messy work of cleaning up. This does not involve opening the gate, this involves climbing above it and leaping down to the ground in a neat roll with a practiced ease of someone who's done it a million times. While it's most obvious to start at the bodies, it will take a while to clean those up properly, and actually what is most important are the tracks and signs of pursuit leading to the bodies.

Shadowheart's armour is a bit too heavy for her to do a neat roll but she can climb down, and she can help with the tracks, too.

When she lands she has a surprised druid looking at her. Shadowheart gets a tentative little smile.

".... Thanks. Could you handle the mess directly outside the gate? Sorting out the tracks might end up with running into goblins, and I can just turn into a bird and fly off."

"...yeah." She suddenly flinches, and there's a small flash of light, quickly concealed, from a hand that she clutches close to her chest for a moment. She turns away, though, and makes no further mention of it.