There wasn't, as far as Kingsley had been able to tell, an organized clean up to the battle. Everyone had...been involved, and so many were injured. More and more people were headed to the hospital, St. Mungo's. And they needed it, yes they did. Kingsley knew he like did as well. It was difficult to get an accurate assessment of his injuries covered in blood as he was. Part of him found it difficult to care, but there were likely to be further battles, more fights. Not all of the death eaters had turned, died, or been captured. Some had escaped and would want to continue fighting. And he had to be his best for that as well. Kingsley didn't want to sit it out because he hadn't gotten help soon enough.
Looking around, they weren't the only two standing, and some of those on the ground were still alive. So there were still healers around, and Kingsley didn't particularly want to show up at St. Mungo's or somewhere else as covered in blood as this. Soon enough, there would be relations as well. There was no need to frighten anyone. "There's no reason to keep its corpse whole," Kingsley commented, adjusting the grip on his wand. His arm wasn't moving that much, as he still supported Kevin's body, but he was still ready if anything happened. And they could burn the snake Neville had killed.
"Then we can go," Kingsley spoke with more exhaustion than he had before. It was emotional exhaustion as much as physical. The battle had worn his heart raw. And while he was going to check on people, he needed...a little time to deal with as much of it as he knew at the moment.