Iole turns right around and walks off, despite being so grievously injured that it's not even funny. He doesn't really appear to care at all.
He's got a city to take care of, and this strange little band can take care of themselves for a few hours, he reasons. Iole knows there are bigger things than them he needs to take care of.
Rizel goes into the city of Gilre proper, her nice cloak thoroughly soaked with blood and sweat. She's tired, and she knows there are still people outside the walls who need help, but she can't keep going forever. She needs rest herself, and that's what she finds.
Or tries to find, anyway. There aren't many places left to do that, so she finds a sad little corner to sit in, dripping blood onto the ground.
All the while, those storm clouds have finally covered the skies above the city, and they begin to dump a simply unholy amount of rain on the city. No more fires, at least.
The rain doesn't deter Tsa from purposefully making her way through the city, like there's an urgent job she needs to do. In actuality, there's nothing she needs to do, but she knows she won't feel right about herself if she doesn't move around, at least.
The whole wizard robe getup she has is probably making going through the rain easier.
-Very much does care-
-Jerks in surprise as the first rain he's been in for over four thousand years starts-
-Holds out his hand and catches some in fascination, staring at it expectantly-
-Nothing happens so he cranes his head and watches it run off his feathers-
...
-Goes back to work-
I don't know. You're just here now.
-to Ventus- What's your name?

...
(looks at Cloud)
(takes a moment, but remembers him)
...same to you.
Where is this?
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani