The chaos around them settled into the moans of wounded, those who had been able to move away from the village and those who had lived on the outskirts. A few buildings remained, but most of them that were made of stones had collapsed on their owners during the shaking. She could see a few of the dead lying buried beneath dark rocks, their blank stares revealing souls gone from their bodies. Smoke curled up one hut, and she was sure there were burned victims she could heal so long as the light was still up. Once the sun set her healing powers receded to only working on minor injuries. She could see the reddish hue the sun cast as it began to sink behind the mountains though she need not see it to feel it was waning.

She took a moment to look over all of the damage; Bryn was helping those he could get away from the chasm if it widens further. With a glance she noticed he was complaining them into groups with different severities of their injuries. She went to the ones who needed help but weren't dying. There was nothing she could do for the dying right now, and she had a limited amount of time to help those with severe injuries. There were half a dozen lying in various states of distress and Lianna worked over them as quickly as she could, feeling her Crean pull on the remaining sunlight to sustain her. She could feel the last bit of its warmth on her back as sweat trickled down her temple from exertion. 

As she stabilized those with the worst wounds the sun set completely, her aura continued to glow its bright gold. She moved to those with minor injuries and continued until she felt she would join them on the ground. Lianna wasn't sure where Bryn was because she was so focused on her tasks. When her magic was all used up, she turned to her Crean for knowledge for each wound. One by one she was sent a memory of another Aurai that had dealt with such things and was shown what they had done to fix it. A splint here, a bandage there, it kept going until Lianna tried to move to the next person and there were no others she could help. With bleary eyes, she headed over to the few left that hadn't passed but were bound to. Gingerly she took a hand of a woman who had fallen on something sharp. The gut wound was still weeping blood, but it was obvious there wasn't much time left. With all the serenity, she could muster Lianna began to sing, a soft melody that sounded like a lullaby. Silent tears ran down her dirty cheeks, and her blonde hair hid them from the woman who held her hand. 

Though every healer was taught to distance themselves from the death so they could better assess the situation Lianna had never been able to do so. She could almost taste the woman's agony as she passed from this world. She could see every bit of light as it left her eyes and Lianna wept in frustration and exhaustion. The destruction before her was devastating and Lianna took a deep breath before wiping away her tears and standing. She could help no one if she were wrapped up in her each individuals agony. 

"Bry?" she asked in a hoarse voice. He had been here before and knew how far it was to the next city. If they could find someone healthy, enough they could send word. That or they could go for help on their own.

Bryn had done all he could with the basic triage and carrying of the wounded to safety, all the was left to do was try and keep order among those who remained uninjured. Many of them wanted to return to the chasm to seek what, if anything, was left of their lives. This time his forbidding appearance worked in his favour and few ventured close to the edge, which even from a distance looked unstable to Bryn. He tried asking around for village elders or a headman, but most were either too distraught or simply didn't know who had survived whole enough to take on that role. In the end Bryn appointed a man and a woman to organise a few people to begin setting the dead to one side and begin preparing to bury them. While doing it so soon after such a disaster might have seemed callous to some, Bryn knew that this many bodies would bring carrion eaters from far and wide, and he'd seen disease take hold of battlefields as the slain combatants began to decay.

As the last rays of the sun disappeared he felt the false life that night leant to him fill him. His face now fully fleshed beneath his cowl. As he began to look among the groups of wounded he finally lowered the hood, revealing not the horrid dessicated face or grinning skull he wore by day, but the face of a youngish man, lined with the cares of leadership, but not unpleasant crowned with long golden hair. Those who had feared him earlier felt their fear misplaced now, although perhaps they would have been better holding on to that fear.

He watched Lianna working herself until there was no more she could do, both by the number of wounded and by her own exhaustion. His were not healer's hands, and he could offer cold comfort, having himself died in pain and fear. But when she called his name he came, willing to help however he could. Guessing that she might miss him given the lack of hood when he arrived by her side he simply said. "I'm here." kneeling down beside her, passing a skin of water he'd borrowed from one of the survivors. While he didn't feel thirst it was a good idea to at least keep up the pretence of needing such things as food or water.

Lianna's vision was swimming as she jumped when she heard Bryn's voice right next to her. She hadn't noticed that he had been so close by. With a gasp, she noted the lack of hood covering his face, with the glow of her aura she could make out his strong features. It made her wonder why he wore the cowl in the first place. There was no disfigurement she could see, nor was he hard to look at. She would just have to accept the oddity of her companion for now. With a shake of her head, she tried to remember why it was she had called him over. 

"Bryn Yr Gwyn, do you know where the closest help would be? These people will need more than what we can give and much won't travel with their dead still here. Would it be best for us to fetch aid or send someone else?" Lianna huffed as she rubbed her temples. A massive head ache had sprung behind her temples, as was common after over exerting herself. Her usually golden aura had turned the gray of exhaustion. It was a swirling color that seemed more like tendrils rising off of her skin. Bryn had a mount and while she didn't, the towns people may let her take a surviving one if she was headed to bring back help. 

She realized these people were in the same state as she, homeless, without family and scared about what was to come. While she was no more equipped than any of them, she would make certain assistance would make it here. Her very bones ached as she stood and surveyed the wreckage sprawled before her. What buildings hadn't been swallowed, were in shambles. People had mostly settled, some crying over their dead and others gazing mournfully toward the chasm. 

"What can be done for them?" she whispered as she looked back to Bryn. She cleared her throat as tears welled in her eyes. It was sadness that reminded her painfully of her own. While she blinked back tears, she straightened her skirts and realized there was blood on the cream fabric. There was no way to save the dress, and she had nothing else to wear. She would be a sight if they arrived in the next city with her stained red. If she got to the cold water in the river, she might be able only to have pink stains. Her mind kept wandering to the simple tasks she knew she could control as so much around her was in chaos. It was hard for to concentrate in such a state of sleepiness.

OOC: Sorry for the wait.

Bryn had caught the look of surprise as Lianna had seen his face for the first time, he supposed it was something he could understand, he bore no disfiguring marks, a surprise in and of itself given the number of scars on his frame, and had been considered handsome in his tribe. But he could pass it off as a sensitivity to sunlight if she grew overly curious. Her question brought a shake of his head, "I've been gone from this land a long time, and although some parts are familiar, others have changed too much from when I was last here." To forestall any questions he simply added, "I am older than I appear, old enough that my memories of this land may lack accuracy." He wasn't sure how he'd explain it, but the recent upheavals in time could make for an easy enough explanation. But logic at least suggested one course. "Settlements usually cluster along the river, needing a source of water. That should lead us to somewhere, and we can ask one of the less stunned villagers for confirmation."

It was simple enough for Bryn to see the plan Lianna was hatching, the two of them were already travellers and would be the least affected by the disaster. It made sense for them to be the ones who made the journey to the nearest settlement to get what aid could be spared. He took in the changes in her aura, noting the grey colour and surmising it denoting exhaustion. While she might want to ride now she likely wouldn't last long on a mount before needing to rest.

The question as to what could be done for the community was one Bryn couldn't really answer, although he'd seen war it had been very different from the destruction caused here, his had been a time where the warrior code spared those who didn't fight. But to the matter in hand he said, "What can be done is informing the nearest settlement, getting what aid they can spare and ensuring that traders come this way if the villagers intend to stay here." While the traders might set a high price, those who remained would need food come winter and a good portion of what they'd stored would be at the bottom of the chasm. Thankfully livestock tended to be further out so they were not completely without resources. "But for now you need to rest, you're no good to anyone if you can't think straight. I'll keep watch to make sure you're undisturbed." He hoped in her tired state she wouldn't wonder how he could maintain watch without need for sleep himself.