As his words settled, the more than one thousand rescued cultivators behind him began entering Freevale in orderly waves.
The cultivators of every kin wore torn clothing, their bodies marked with wounds both shallow and deep. Their vitality still ran weak, yet every pair of eyes burned bright as stars, fixed on the steady warmth of a place where they could finally set their feet.
Freevale warriors came forward on their own, carefully supporting the weaker wounded. Clean water, warm dry rations, and clothing against the cold were handed out quickly. Everyone moved at speed, but no one fell into disorder, and warmth spread through the work itself.
The children within the vale gathered around with open curiosity and easy kindness, greeting the newcomers in soft voices. The women within the vale took out the soft cloth their households had kept stored away.
That very night, they set to work cutting and sewing new clothes for their newly arrived kinsmen of every people, making them fit well and hold in warmth.
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