Bree listens to the announcement, first with shock, then worry, then determination on her face. The moment it is over she turns to the members of her hand. "Roberc, you're mother has all those blankets right? Go get those, Dorna, gather what supplies we can stand to spare.... And then some... I'll check with the Arm, see what our orders are going forward."
Even as she speakers the members of her hand are rushing off to get to work.
It's at this moment she notices Heron speaking to her. "I am Hand Bree Windrivver, thank you for volunteering, your help will be greatly appriciated, you'll need to head down to the town hall to receive orders though, I have not been assigned to militia command."