When the storm finally stopped, Oriana found herself both horrified and relieved. She did not know how many casualties there were nor did she check if the men buried under the ruined house were dead or alive.
She only wanted to escape.
The first thing she did was grab the nearest article of clothing large enough to cover herself before fleeing.
Oriana ran and ran and ran.
When her short legs collapsed due to exhaustion, it was fortunately at the borders of a familiar town, a place she frequented with Phil, who was then still an active mercenary. From there, she determined the direction towards her house but it still took her the rest of the night to reach home.
When she reached home, it was still dark so none of the neighbors saw her pitiful state. She took care of her injuries on her own. Her grandpa was away for a few days and she was left in the care of an old woman living next to their home.