The next period of time was spent packing up the liliek and escorting them to the Temple. The bodies of the deceased, along with their equipment, were also transported.
Airlis's depressed state at the moment did not allow her to resolve the situation, so Mira, who had already experienced emotional burnout after the events of the day and, therefore, had not suffered a similar level of damage, hugged the kaoliek and spent a considerable amount of time trying to alleviate her suffering.
"It's not our fault... It's not your fault..." she whispered, stroking her comrade's head, which she pressed against her chest. "We couldn't have done anything here... Damn this war..."
Upon returning to the place of worship, the competent authorities were summoned - the abbess and other important members of the community, if any, but out of solidarity with the victims, all this was done without unnecessary fanfare.
After a thorough explanation of what had happened, the bodies of the dead and the survivors were handed over to the monastic healers - with additional comments about what had happened, obtained from the liliek, and a personal comment about the delicacy of the situation, with a request to look after Zamia's well-being and help her find some comfort.
In addition, the abbess was left with the pendant of the deceased:
"I don't know if this symbol will heal her heart or break it even more... But I think it should stay with you."
The remaining items were decided to be left in the possession of the group for the time being - none of those involved in this story would need them anymore, but they could serve their common cause, or at least potentially be returned to Celestia Moon.
Finally, with a heavy heart, after informing Martha and receiving a letter from Mukus, who had foreseen his transition to another realm, a message was sent to Kirara Rin about his loss.
After completing all the immediate tasks, Mira went to a secluded place, away from unnecessary events and distractions, where she spent a considerable amount of time cleaning and caring for the weapons she had used that day. Her hands trembled, but she didn't notice. Fragments of the events that had occurred, random memories from the past, flashed through her mind, but they were not even registered by her consciousness.
"Risha... Someone, somewhere... May the souls of the deceased rest in peace," she repeated again and again with her dry and chapped lips.
p.s. If, after completing the task, you still cannot contact me, go to Nymphaea and let the "Karma" establishment employee know about yourself.
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That's all from me. If anyone needs to add anything, feel free.
And then we'll move on.