Thanking Corporal Butch for the assistance, Marin quickly goes to find the resident chaperone. After introducing herself (and meeting a few unbelieving stares) she asks for a place to arrange the 7th's camp and the ongoing schedule and logistics.
With the new information, she directs herself to the carts, where she starts helping and carrying things to the fires and cooking place, and also to where the me would be bunking. Thanks to the Gods they could rescue enough tents and bunks for all the survivors so everyone would be as comfortable as they could here. Sweating and grumbling, the bunks were set and with a tired smile she reported the corporal that men could rest now. Morning had come and go, and afternoon was advanced when they were finished.
"What I would give right now for a bath, even in river ice cold water" she thinks as she finishes the last chores with some help of the men. "Ok men. That's the last. Thanks all for your help, and have a good rest, you deserve it" she says with a sigh. "Karina, Betsey. Go and get some rest" she orders them "I'll see that the men have rations today and we'll see a proper meal tomorrow, we're all exhausted"
Going to the followers' tent, she takes of her own armor grimacing at the state "Will have to find someone to teach me how to maintain this" she thinks aloud before changing to a second set of fatigues that thankfully were intact in her backpack "And will have to mend and clean all this clothes". Fighting a while with her hair to control it, she braids it and buckling again her sword at her back, she exits to find her Sergeant now that she's more presentable. In her way, she pauses at the bunks checking that everything is alright, and also at the healer's. "Alice? Rives? All is ready and set, go and get some rest. I'll stay helping the healers until all is done" she urges them nudging them in their shoulders "You get some healing first, Rives, and then you can use my bunk".
While the pair finishes, she goes about distributing rations they have between the hungry men, answering any complain that if they wanted a proper meal for now they could cook it themselves. Her tone is not angry, not even annoyed, but more tired that anything. After that is done, she reports to Alelip, ready to help in anything necessary as Alice and Rives go to rest. She know that probably she is at her limit, but anything to keep her mind off the battle