Interviewing cultists is already thankless work if they don't have to sift through the inevitable lies that they were only there because a succubus mind controlled them into it, but luckily the crusade has an entire separate group whose job that is and they can make it their problem instead. They can head off to do that without complaint.

Mission accomplished! Yay!

It's not a glorious victory of the sort that will be spoken of in songs and stories for years to come, not like the miracle at Kenabres, but - soldiers fight much better if they think they're going to win, and one of the best ways to foster that impression is to keep winning battles without taking heavy casualties. Over the rest of the day Kybele might notice her fame trending up ever so slightly faster, as rumors spread through the camp, or she might not; even without it she's still the recipient of far more fame than she's ever had before.

It's getting harder to notice little upticks. Maybe Nenio can get her some sort of standardized strength test.

Nenio is happy to make use of her as a combination experimental subject and research assistant. Is she going to explain anything about why she's suddenly stronger, or just divert Nenio into theorizing until she's forgotten the original question?

This is just one of the ways domain'd people get stronger and it's finer-grained than a lot of the signals in other kinds of adventurer!

Then she can keep Nenio mostly on track.

Once the testing is done and recorded, how does she feel about agreeing to fail a save against color spray? And possibly deep slumber, depending on the results of the first one? There are a lot of possible outcomes for this depending on what traits her own empowerment shares with golarion empowerment and all of them would be really fascinating information!

Hmm, she'll agree to this with Iskander standing by out of range, right before bed when she's effectively declaring it safe to be unconscious anyway.

Then when she's ready to turn in for the night, she can see a bunch of pretty lights in front of her eyes and spent most of the next minute as various combinations of unconscious, blind, and stunned.

"How unexpected! It appears your improvements are a wholly separate phenomenon from the local kind."

"That doesn't surprise me much!" she remarks, collecting the confetti she scattered everywhere to compensate for being blind into a layer across the floor. "Good thing I'm starting to pick up a local flavor of magic."

"I wonder if the defenses against physical attacks are partly redundant, additive, or multiplicative? It might be that by the time you're third circle you're as hard to injure as an elder dragon." Iskandar refused her earlier request to do durability tests but maybe she can change Kybele's mind for science.

"Wouldn't that be fun? I wouldn't bet that way but I suppose that's an empty statement, isn't it, since I don't mean to hold still for a controlled test. Now shoo, I'm going to bed."

Nenio can reluctantly be shooed. 

One feature of army life she might not have appreciated yet is that getting a lot of people up in the mornings in a timely manner - especially new recruits - requires quite a lot of noise. There's some effort to ensure it doesn't awaken wizards or people on night watches, and the knight commander's tent is far enough away from the troops to also evade the worst of it, but even aside from the instruments used to wake them there's no way to quietly get ten thousand people up and moving. Is she already awake, or will this come as an unpleasant surprise?

She went to bed at a responsible hour! It's unpleasant but it's not catching her after too little sleep.

Then she won't be too bleary eyed when they set out in earnest! It takes about two hours for the troops to get up, eat, and then finish packing and policing the camp, which gives plenty of time for all the spellcasters to finish preparing their magic and for her to get any morning tasks on her to-do list finished. The standard distance a soldier can be expected to march in a day without burning themselves out is 15 miles in a 4 day on 1 day off pattern; given the greenness of their troops and the terrible terrain at the wound, they'll be aiming for 11 miles, which should also ensure everyone isn't helpless from exhaustion if they have to fight at the end of it. 

Does she plan to borrow a ride or go on foot?

She'll go on foot. She's not faster than a horse that's trying to go fast but she's certainly able to be faster than a marching army and not tired after.

(Iskander would like a horse.)

Rank hath its privileges, and perhaps more importantly for Iskander being closely related to someone important is nearly as good as far as Mendev is concerned. Despite not having any formal position in the crusade, Iskander doesn't even need to lean on his sister's authority or otherwise push to get himself a mount and a position near the heart of the formation.

Where he can be joined by a rather familiar face, also mounted on horseback. 

"Iskander! I see at least one of you is setting a good example."

"G'morning. The example of sitting down instead of striding across the landscape in delight at my own physical capabilities? Yeah, she's awful that way, all, lookit me, I can go so fast."

"It makes my feet hurt just thinking about it." 

"She usedta ride more, not because her feet hurt but because she'd trip. Not any more though."

"And here I am without a spell for tripping people. I suppose there had to be a reason everyone always said wizards were better."

"People say that? Where you can hear them?"