He grimaces. Waver is voicing the thought churning in his head. He should be sleeping. Yet he can't. The pain is too much and his thoughts are too damn loud. "It's...possible," Shiro says at last. More than possible. But the King needed to get out to give this city even the shred of a chance. He shuts his eyes and rubs his temples.

"We'll need scouts to get an idea of the overall status of the city. People that can get in and out without any trouble." All things he's sure are being handled. They have a few military-minded people who will see to things while he's down and out. He sets the glass on the small table that had been dragged in.

"The healers are doing all they can to get the more severe injuries handled. ...right now I can shift but not for very long." That reminds him. "...remember when we first explored the fighting arena at Astoria's temple?"