Manofdusk:
Meep appeared and cheerlessly went about his work as Noah gathered contact information.
Plans were made to get them sorted after their wounds were treated.
Mistral had never been a nurturing, caregiving sort, and that fact was on painful display now in this basement full of severely maltreated former prisoners. She did desire for them to get better and be free, but she did not know how nor desire to help them herself. She had removed them from captivity, provided sustenance, and brought in a doctor. That all counted for something, didn't it? It didn't feel like enough.
Just as Mistral pondered this, she was shocked to sudden attentiveness by some far-distant stimuli that was outside the awareness of anybody else present. She sat bolt upright and took a sharp intake of breath, then said quietly to Noah,
"There is a matter I must attend to. I will remain here in part, but I may be... préoccupée."
With that, Mistral closed her eyes and diverted the majority of her multi-spatial attentions elsewhere.