[ Rhy's response is no true shock to Thancred. This sort of haunted look is something that he's seen before, from other fresh-faced young people who were seeing true devastation for the first time. It should take a toll, and even for someone like Thancred who's been here before, it still does.

But at least he'd come in prepared, knowing what sort of awful things he might lay eyes on. If Rhy's helping with the wounded, then he's seeing the worst of it. ]

It is.

[ Hearing the shudder in Rhy's tone, Thancred tilts his head in an attempt to meet his eyes and be a grounding force. ]

Yet every bit helps. I know it's difficult to look at, to feel like you can never do enough. Even if you provide aid to a handful of people, those kindnesses will be remembered.

[ It's easy to forget that when buried under the weight of everything else, when aware that there are countless deaths that were suffered an entire faction away. They need to focus on what's in front of them, on what they can do. ]