She dismissed the lot of them and called upon a few of her soldiers - the ones who'd proven themselves somewhat up to par with the ones they'd lost. Her order was to segregate the new recruits as she'd planned and for them to provide her with a list of each recruits' strengths and weaknesses. She could almost hear her twin's voice in her head, quoting some saying from a foreign land about knowing yourself and winning a hundred battles. She'd honestly never paid much attention to it before, but somewhat she knew now that it was important... Perhaps even more important than the advantage of brute force.
She'd heard the Prince arrive while she was attempting to raise the morale of the soldiers, and allowed him his time to come to her. If she'd assumed correctly, the King would have informed him of Diana's need. Of the people's need. She gave him a low bow, as was customary, when he'd approached her. "How is morale, commander? Is it truly that bad?" She took into consideration his question. Was the morale low? Yes. They'd suffered a fatal blow and lost so many friends and allies. Was it bad? That was what gave Diana pause. It was bad, yes, but in a way, it could be used to their advantage. The people were angry. They hungered for the blood of the enemy. They sought vengeance. "Morale is considerably low," she answered after a beat of contemplation. "They are pained and melancholic, but they are also angry. They are willing to overlook their former duties and offer up their abilities to bring justice to the dead." She looked over at the recruits. Some were already taking up arms, giving a few test swings to their chosen weapon. Familiarizing themselves.
There was that fire in their eyes. "They are determined to learn. This might be useful for when the training becomes rather... brutal." She nodded to herself before allowing herself a chance to look at Cato. She'd watched him fight before, of course, and had even had the opportunity to draw her sword against him in a sparring match. He was wild and unrestrained. He'd bested him in the match, but it allowed her to learn. He was someone who would not fall easily. He was a beacon of fiery hope. The people needed that.
He could feed their rage. Number might not even be a part of the equation if he led the charge. Diana caught his gaze and held it. "I look forward to fighting alongside you." One look at the soldiers who'd heard her remark told her that they felt the same.