There were fewer of us as we made camp that day, atop the remains of the enemy camp. I mean, we were a disciplinary unit, so we expected to suffer multiple decimations. But losing one in four is a bit more than two decimations, and causes an actual hit to morale.
"Listen up." Pellona said. "Eat well, bandage your wounds, and rest well. Tomorrow we march."
Large groups travel slower than small ones. "Rakkal's Glory is a week away." I said.
Pellona chuckled. "Yes, we'll be marching that long. We're to break the siege on our capital, ending the threat of the invading army forever."
Hugonaut smiled, tossing someone's finger into the fire. "More battle is just more experience, now that I've got my third point in Valor." he bragged.
"They'll have a force almost as large as the one we fought today." I said. "Certainly, there will be no lack of experience for the survivors."
So, Rhishi just realized he survived, and yes, a human would be more affected by half of their squadron dying. Read the chapter again, do you see what Rhishi mentions, but does NOT recognize?
But no, now I'm trying to be more clever than I am. Rhishisikk is not human, so I don't try to write him as one. He has all of our emotions, but different triggers for them. Likewise, his logic is different (and usually easily distracted).
As a writer, I find that entertaining, and I hope you as readers enjoy that, because he's not changing any time soon.
As always, thank you for your readership. You are my first breath of clean air after a week of being all clogged up.