There were so many wounded, so many dead, and Iliana knew that piecemeal attempts at healing and care would only end with an even more widespread loss of life. Trained as a soldier, she knew only a few minimal aspects of triage, but even she could establish a triage area, centering the collective efforts of those on the field. With obvious relief, she saw Sergei standing among the casualties, and closed in on him.
"I'm glad to see you upright, friend," she said, laying a hand on his fragile shoulder. Then, because she knew that she had already wasted too many precious instants, Iliana lifted her voice, calling with a reach that extended far in all directions across the field.
"If you can hear my voice," she called, each word resonant with authority and surety. "Get up and walk to me."
A pause, she allowed her words to sink in before delivering a second directive, for those unable to follow the first. "If you can hear my voice, raise a hand or foot."