Give final rites to those most fatally injured

After getting a few directions from some patrolling soldiers, Allisa entered a large infirmary tent. The only light entering the infirmary tent was through the small gap at the entrance of the tent that Allisa came through. Looking around the tent she could easily see a plethora of beds. Occupied by wounded and dying soldiers.

Despite the built in distaste for non human hammered into her mind since birth. Sirene's haunted look and grief filled words, cause Allisa some... unrest. Throughout their travels and journey, Sirene always had a positive upbeat attitude. To hear such grief in her voice, Allisa figured it wouldn't be too hard to pay her respect to those who died fighting alongside her. Starting with those closest to ****, that being the soldiers here alone in this tent.

Deciding to start from the furthest in and making her way back to the entrance. Allisa slowly and quietly walked into the deepest part of the tent. Her eyes looking over the injured soldiers, for most of them their injuries were too severe even with the use of magic to ever recover from. So as a final mercy these brave men have been put to sleep in eternal via the use of magic to pass from this mortal realm. So they made not spend their final moment in agony

Upon reaching the first soldier at the very far back of the teny, Allisa notice something very strange. Unlike the other he looked perfectly fine, he wasn't missing any limbs, he lacked any sort of wound or injury, very out of place. He appeared to be asleep as well though fidgeting quiet substantially.

'Is he really sleeping?' the voice in her head mischievously asked.

'I wonder why he's here?' Allisa couldn't help but think. Appearing to be a bit older than Allisa, around his early thirties and being far too chubby to be a soldier. 'Perhaps he's one of the many camp helpers' she concluded.

'Hah! He looks like a pig. A fat little piggy' the voice in her cruelly mocked the sleeping man.

But the most striking feature of the man, even in the low light of the infirmary tent was the tent he was pitching inside his trousers, threatening to burst through his trousers. The sight of which brought a blush to Allisa's face along with strong odour of which Allisa didn't need to guess what fluid stained his trousers.

Nonetheless she sat beside the man 'If this man is here it must mean he's been injured in some way during the **** and deserves my blessing' she concluded resolutely. Taking his large grubby hands into her own, she held his hand close to her chest and began her prayers and this man's final rites.