Jo had shown up with a similar bag thrown over one shoulder, and a sword at her hip (because Ciri had said, at one of her last lessons, she had to start wearing it, whether used or not, to get used to it being there). It hadn't taken long to fill another bag given they had the room, without it putting a cost on how fast they might be able to move while giving them more resources to help more people.

There had been a serious nod for Nadine and Jayce, and she liked that she knew both of the people they'd been matched up with. That she'd already done some sort of work with at least one of the two, too. It didn't hurt to have a healer or someone who definitely knew their way around weapons. Even if everything thought is a shadow before the seriousness of the devastation. Still-cracking, still-falling apart structure. Smoke and fire. The air had blood, and burnt flesh, and worse mixed into the heavy ash that blotted the sky.

Jo was squeezing in more gauze and bandages to the very top of the almost full bag, as she listened. To them.
To the sounds of distress. The parties who're inside. The soldiers carrying back bodies out.
Everything a whirl of chaos all around them.