I found Kael an hour later, standing in the ruins of the eastern wall.
He'd been treated; I could see fresh bandages， but like me, he couldn't rest while there was work to be done.
"Final count?" I asked, joining him.
"One hundred and seven dead," he said quietly. "One hundred and fifty-three wounded, of which Helena thinks maybe thirty won't make it. So possibly one hundred and thirty-seven in total."
One hundred and thirty-seven dead.
Out of four hundred and eighty-seven who'd fought.
That was 28% casualties.
"And the civilians?"
"Forty-three dead. Sixty-two wounded." Kael's voice was hollow. "Most of the areas where our defenses failed in the first wave."
I did the math automatically.
One hundred and eighty total dead if we counted likely losses from wounds.
Almost two hundre
