Fara scans the sky, fumbles for her belongings again, checks about to see if any wounded can be helped.  She eyes the soldier-- at least he and the mud-pasted noblewoman seem harmles enough, but upon encountering wounded bodies she can't help but study the nature of the arrows, the kinds of creatures involved... all she can do, for now, is split her attentions between reconstructing this chaotic scene and getting her bearings.  "We can't stay out here," she says aloud, in common, for all within earshot, yanking an arrow from a fallen body to examine the fletchings and head.  "We're sitting ducks.  Everyone!"  She looks around to those nearby.  "Gather survivors, look for supplies-- we need fresh water, steel, cloth-- look for blankets, cloaks-- any food you can carry.  Don't waste time seeking valuables."  At this, she glances at Nev... whether silently warning him not to dally or asking his help, it's hard to say.  "We're moving out in three minutes-- we'll head for that structure together."