(Possibly, can't really say. Let's hope it doesn't happen again though.)
Tikkit: Elanor looks over the draft papers with disgust. "Why would we recruit these people? They've been through enough already! Vergent and I are going to have a long discussion when I get back..." She says infuriated. She calms down though. "Thank you for bringing these to my attention Beatrice, I'll be sure to include them in the report I make. I'll take anything else if you have it." She says.
Sergeant/Ser: The Dark Valkyrie made no motions or any muffled sounds, she only continued to glare at him. She'd probably have something to say if he did remove the gag, but she most likely knew the situation she was in and wouldn't make any trouble or at least until the spell wore off. And her body only held scrapes and bruises, fresh from her previous fight. Anything else that Glen observed had been there for a long time and wouldn't make a difference, even if he did treat it.
Sergeant: As Vergent had said, the mess hall was littered with refugees, people just passing through to the next major town or small settlement that had room. The soldiers acted just as soldiers did when they ate, relaxed and finally able to talk to one another about their homes, their families and the like.