"We are doing well enough." Hendrik replied, watching the Luminary heal someone as he wiped his gloves on his cloak. His shift had recently ended and it was hard to sleep knowing his charge was going to be called upon soon. He tried to make sure the other ate and slept and while he didn't really like being so heavy handed, it was simply his way of worrying.

And since he couldn't truly sleep anyhow, he helped remove blood stained cloths and helped as well with trying to obtain enough water. It was a sobering experience though he'd dealt with some of his own soldiers being wounded from battle in Heliodor and in the Last Bastion. But mostly those were taken by others. This was different as he was literally more hands on here. And it always rattled him inwardly as others spoke to him about their hopes or dreams as if they were dying and wouldn't ever have a chance to tell another living soul.

As information trickled in he was sure to report it to Eleven and the suffering irked him. It was a reminder of how much the people went through here and how much the folks of Cobblestone back home must've suffered due to Heliodor's assault. His green blue eyes focused now on the the one he would've destroyed and that would've set the world back who knows how many years had he succeeded. And Hendrik was infinitely glad that he hadn't.

"If you need to rest, you can go."