"I've got them," Max's voice is soft. "The dead are bad enough, but our medicos have just about reached their limit. I don't think we're going to lose any more men, at least not those with any sort of injury that can be crafted, but I do think we're about to lose the use of our watercrafters. They need food and rest. We're probably going to be reduced to our thousand or so effectives and a bunch of walking wounded for at least the next day."

Max frowns, "There's just no way we can push our watercrafters farther. They're already making dangerous mistakes. They have to take a break."