One of the archers who cleared the field says, "Woo," maybe sarcastically, but that clears the way for more woos and some light applause, not all of which is sarcastic.

Oh right she has an audience but for once she's too relieved and delighted to care.  (Much.)  She brushes herself off and stands up more carefully, grinning at the archers, and calls, "I thank you all for the loan of y-" 

And then gets tackled by Tariq out of nowhere sweeping her up in a bear hug, and Omar claps her on the back-

(Noor is ignoring this Weird Human Behavior to stalk the ptarmigan, although after a few pounces her paws get chilly enough that she doesn't like this game anymore.)

The Chelish people agree that this particular Human Behavior is Weird and they shoo the adventurers off the range.

Adventurers will be shooed!  Khalida snaps the ptarmigan's neck and unties it to bring to the kitchen.  "I thank you all for the loan of your field, I now return it to you!" she finishes calling over her shoulder as they head in.

"How many of those do you reckon you get?" calls a particularly bold archer.

She tries to reach in the new direction again and then realizes she doesn't know how to check if she can without actually doing it, and it wouldn't do any good here- checks her arm, yup even the bruise is gone- it doesn't feel like she's spent, though, she could probably hold more without burning through herself?

"Uh, more than that, likely?"  she calls back.

"Two? Three? Four?"

"It's by Splendor. If she could do four she'd have to be Splendid."

Look Khalida is working in her second-and-a-half language here and completely missing cultural context, you try acting Splendid like that, archer dude.

...although he does kind of have a point, because she doesn't think of 'well you're not invited to the fourth one then' until she's indoors. 

Ah well.  Kitchenwards with the dead ptarmigan, which she fully intends to stick someone else with plucking.

The cook is quite happy to have a ptarmigan to pluck; it's a change of pace. It's not a lot of meat, so it's going in a small batch of stew that'll be for the guy who hunted it and Khalida who was the excuse to do so and a couple of officers only.

That's terribly thoughtful and Khalida is delighted.  (More by the gesture than the prospect of ptarmigan stew, she hasn't had years to get thoroughly bored with beef at every meal.)  She'll thank the cook, excessively formal and thickly accented as usual, and let her and the hundreds of tiny tickly feathers have joy of each other.

She... doesn't especially want to head back out yet, and spots Txell on dish duty- if not precisely a friendly face, at least a familiar one.  "Good afternoon, would you mind if I joined you?" she asks, rolling up her sleeves.

"Sure, maybe I'll be able to knock off early. So you're a cleric now, that's exciting."

"Yes!  Certainly my favorite almost dying."  She tugs a spare stool over and gets started.  "Aside from that I did it unwisely to myself."

"Don't you have to be wise to be a cleric?"

"So it is said, certainly."  She gives Txell a rueful smile as she stacks a clean dish.  "I suppose they also say Nethys alone can yet prophesy, perhaps He thinks I'll grow into it."

"They say you can grow into a little cunning, if you're... twelve. I suppose wisdom could be different."

Shrug.  "I would suppose you at least do so by the time you become a grandmother?  But channels seem to work by Splendor for some reason, regardless."

"Yeah, the commander only gets two because he's," she incorporates a gesture into re-upping her Prestidigitation, "like that, but he must be third circle amounts of Wise."

"Like that...?"  She raises an eyebrow- she can't tell if that was a vague finding-a-word gesture or meant to convey something more specific.  "I suppose he's not what I might have expected..."

"Not very Splendid, but there's ways and ways to not be very Splendid. Can't imagine him trying to give a sermon. Though he does occasionally get at all, hm, dramatic. Came in and cast a Light with his table knife when Iomedae picked him up. I guess that's not Splendor."

"Hm, it would be certainly impossible to argue with... perhaps that's wisdom under a different guise."  Dish dish.  "...does he give no sermons at all, then?   Do you not have regular services?"

"Nothing like it at all. He didn't give sermons even before, when he was Asmodeus's, he let one of the junior clerics do that. The one who killed himself."

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that."  The stock phrase is out of her mouth before she can second-guess it- was that rude?  Do Asmodeans not mind about suicide since they don't need to worry about its being evil?  Except she hasn't heard of them having an epidemic of it, maybe they just mind its being lawless?

...well, if it was rude, apologizing for apologizing just makes it worse.  "I hope he doesn't expect me to give sermons, I don't know what I'd do.  Introductory geometry lessons, perhaps."

"He'll've gone straight to Hell and has to have known that. No, probably he won't want you sermonizing. If he thought it needed doing he'd at least have started doing readings out of the Book of Iomedae or whatever it's called once he got a copy."