No sense crying about it. Which I haven't.
After the battle, we (by which I mean the Elves, since none of them would dare come within arm's reach of me) set about tallying the living and the dead. I handled all the burials they'd let me do. Which ended up being one: Kholia Horren, the Wizard Blightcrow. Felhammer didn't have a body left to bury and neither did most of the leftover ghouls. We (They) buried Aldinar with his spear and Eledier with what remained of her sword and helm.
Vara got lucky. She survived her battle with the succubus, but only because the light of my spellwork burned it out of this world. I expect she'll return at some point, added to the growing list of women who would like to tear my spine out and beat me with it. Vara survived though, as I said, and her injuries were relatively minor.
She was also the only one of the Elves to commend me for my services. And she forgave me, with a hug, after I explained what had happened. Shaul Karna, the Ranger who guarded me during part of the battle, also forgave me and offered me his Wand. I declined. After what I did to the lands they were all dying to protect, I couldn't accept gifts from them. For what it's worth, I stood shoulder to shoulder with the survivors and provided my own bumbling eulogy for Eledier.
She believed in me when no-one else would.
That's what I told them.
After the funeral, we walked through the newly christened Deadlands. It looks bigger than it actually is. I hope. When we reached the edge, we came upon a wall of actual forest. Vara and the Rangers communed with the trees (I wasn't allowed to touch them), and it turns out the damage I inflicted wasn't as bad as I believed. Kholia's logging operation tore up almost a two fifths of the forest on its own. My magic* killed another fifth on top of that. Two fifths remain, more or less, with the likelihood that the areas ravaged by Kholia will grow back if given the chance.
Maybe someday, the area I scourged will grow back too.
Vara didn't slap me when I suggested it, so. You never know.
* I still shudder to call it that.