Sir Gavin and Sir Cynwrig worked efficiently to transfer Lady Cerys from her bed of cloaks onto the makeshift litter they'd constructed. Cynwrig was careful with his wife's broken arm, supporting it gently as they lifted her, and Cerys herself remained mercifully unconscious through most of the process, her face slack with exhaustion and the lingering effects of whatever Sir Ollie had done to save her life.
Morwen found herself helping where she could, mostly by staying out of the way and holding blankets ready when they were needed. Eira moved with more confidence, clearly having already accepted her role in this strange new reality they'd all found themselves in.
