Si Hon stood up on his own.
He was fine.
More or less.
His everything hurt in the general non-specific way that came from having done too much with a body running on too little, but nothing was wrong in a way that required immediate attention.
He rolled his shoulder once, looked at the dragon's body still steaming in the rain, and decided that was enough processing of the situation for right now.
Then Jisoo's voice cut across the field.
"Everyone!" She'd moved back toward the school entrance, turning to face the scattered group of students still standing across the ruined grounds— Aeloria's team, the remaining students who'd made it out, a handful of others standing in small clusters looking lost and wet and exhausted. "Start looting the school! Take anything useful— supplies, equipment, anything you can carry!"
Silence.
Rain fell.
A normal student slowly raised a hand.
"...What?"
"Start looting."
Another student stared.
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
