Fëanor looks up. There's another group incoming because of course that it does. It would hardly be the last.

"We shall see soon enough if they got the message or come to learn on their own."

Another group of residents of the city takes their chance to escape during that brief moment of peace. They pass them by casting curious but frightened glances at two of them and the pile of dead bodies. It's a small group but they rush past as fast as their legs can carry them with no more than a bow in direction of two elves that make their escape possible.

Fëanor can't blame them. He just wonders how many more only now realized that the earlier calls for evacuation weren't exaggerated.