The young noble Askaari Sterker looked like death warmed over. There was evidence on the small amount of skin showing that he had wounds that were still healing. He had on clean clothes that covered skin and scales. He moved as if exhausted but still carried on with his tasks. Taking reports and sharing stories with his Houses soldiers. While the rest of the Sterker Household did what they needed to do to start getting themselves and the citizens past the Siege. Soldiers were getting reassigned to root out any horde left in the city so they wouldn't be a danger to the people. Starting at their home and radiating outward.
He joins his troops, with what medics they could spare that weren't already helping out at the larger medical areas. He wanted to be sure they would be ready to help any people they found who had not been killed that still hid or lay amongst the ruins of their homes. His group of soldiers looked as wounded and tired as he did and moved the same way. But all that would fade instantly if they found horde hiding or people still alive and needing help.
They moved house by house in an organized method. Happy to meet others Noble Houses and what was left to spare from the rest of the Guards for that section of the city as the groups grew and shrank with the escorting of civilians to safer areas when they were found. That was his day of celebrating the end of the siege. Hungry, tired, wounded and doing his best to show none of that, to inspire his people to keep on helping.
