Cathal screams for help when I am unable to be useful in moving the poor man. Others scramble to his aid, but I dont know that we can help him now. He looks like he'll meet his head... and he fears.

"Hush now, Ye're in the best hands... Flannery is a good woman... and most of ye boys come up here with little nicks ta get her attention... And now ye'll have her all ta yerself..." Brian's smile is weak, we're loosing him. I hold his hand and give it a good firm squeeze, "Ye'll be fine... Everything is goin ta be fine..." I brush my palm across his brow but we've lost him.

Cathal closes the man's eyes as I lay his hand across his chest. He speaks softly and seems to reluctant to leave, but there are so many others... His hand on my shoulder and that of the healers before he whispers a prayer. I give his hand a squeeze as it leaves my shoulder. How can I feel so... how can I know his hurt after all that I have seen... why should I ache for him? No time for that...

I glance at Flannery as she speaks to me, "oh... far too many... and most of them ta young..." I nod at her words, gathering all the cloth I can find in the hut. Our work will be great if we can save any of them... We have to save them... it cant all be in vain... "I wish Badb was here... She was always so calm in trouble." Fighting back tears, I watch as two more warriors depart for the raven's rest... And in my efforts to stay busy, I notice we run low on everything.

My brat has a little blood and its not the cleanest... but it will make for cloth. I look at it only a second before my dagger begins to make it into strips, "Forgive me mum... They need ye more than I..." Flannery glances at me but I shrug, "What do we do when we run out of herbs?"