Erica carefully moved down the corridor stepping over a number of wounded until she made it to the infirmary. Silver stood with her brow knitted and her flower print sundress damp with sweat as she struggled to sink multiple beds into the castle's stone. Erica suddenly felt helpless watching what appeared to be a small child pushing herself to heal the seemingly endless flow of wounded. 'Maybe I should get him to make me a consort so I can use the castle's power as well.' Erica realized what she'd just thought and her pale cheeks flushed. Ignoring the troublesome thoughts she started triaging the patients as fast as she could. Most of them were the troops assigned to Ara and Dego with just a smattering of Moutain Clan. She wasn't surprised to find none of the Moon clan waiting, even if they had been poisoned they had their own way of dealing with injuries.