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Even as the healing symbols danced beneath him, West knew that things were not as good as they could have been. Something felt... off about his arm, and for once, he hoped it was only a surface injury. If he had to face another of those giant bone things with a broken limb, it would... well, it would suck.

When Levi told him to brace himself, he did, gritting his teeth as she yanked the ribcage free and helped him to his feet. He knew the wound was bleeding, the cavern's restorative energies coming too early to patch his arm while he was still pinned, but there was nothing else wrong as far as he could tell.

"'M fine," he assured her. Never mind the holes in my coat. He rolled his shoulders to stretch them out, peeking at the outside of his arm to make sure there wasn't any visible blood.

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Mmur straightened a bit at the sight of the one who had led them here. The student seemed unchanged from how he had appeared at the start of their journey, but the horseman knew little of what the boil's kind were meant to look like in the first place. He could have been on death's door, for all Mmur knew.

The soldier wiggled his toes as a rune sparked beneath his feet. He hadn't really been injured much at all, but the light refreshed him anyway. He noticed the ones who had dissipated were returning. That was a very good thing. While he was far from comfortable in a group, there was truth to the thought that there was safety in numbers.

He was more than a little intrigued by the carvings that were already being examined by a nearby winged monster. Mmur sidled up behind Ulmuka, holding himself back from reaching out to touch the strange diagram.

The blue glow had done most of the work. Taking the arm and grasping it in both hands, Levi turned and examined the healing work of the room. I can'see so now. Good. Any blood was left simply staining his clothes; the wounds were closed from what the tatzel ghoul could tell short of ripping off his sleeve to have a more precise opinion. West was a strong boil. Levi had no doubts he could bear any leftover pain and be ready for the next possible round.

Releasing the wrath demon, Levi looked around, watching her peers but still speaking to the demon boil. Somethin' important might be in 'ere. After all, there was a beast sort of guarding this area. Let's check'round too. Looking straight at West for confirmed approval of this, the tatzel made her way over to a pile of shiny armor and weaponry likely left by fallen foes, inspecting them. Maybe they found somethin' 're were fixin' ta git somethin' they weren't supposed'ta?

Aymet? Who was Aymet? Poke had not met the Dracolich before, but she startled for a moment at the sight of another dragon-skeleton with glowing eyes. Except, no one seemed to be alarmed. Was this a ally? He seemed to be. He seemed to be digging around in the remains of the chimera, and pulled out a shiny chain. What the chain was, however, she had no idea.

Though it didn't seem anyone else was interested in the treasure aspect. Oh well, it just meant more for her.

"Tess..."

Sheridan sighed in relief, taking a moment to thank the cosmos before he rushed to her side, kneeling next to her and reaching out to take her hand. His free hand reached out to gently rest against her cheek, though the touch may have been just as much to reassure himself that she was there as it was to reassure her that he was with her.

There was so much he wanted to say, how he'd been worried, no, he was afraid, afraid she would not come back. What if her FEAR--no, don't think about it. She was there now, she had come back, that was what mattered.

"Are you okay? Can you stand?"

In the end it was all he could bear to say, one of them afraid for her was enough.

His hand still on hers, he turned to gaze around the cavern, searching for anything that may have caught his eye, maybe a shine, a spark, a weapon, or a tool, maybe there was something useful here.

The thing was dead, and Frost was whole. While healed he might have been, he still would have preferred to go curl up in a nice snowbank to recoup. Less healing, but more comfort. Shaking himself off the wolfos padded over to the pumpkins, where one banshee was currently cooing at them.

"Siobhan, they might not be babies, they are possibly just used for reforming as we did." Sitting down, his paws scratched as the cold floor before his head turned. That one... smelled tasty. Rare meat. Dangerous to hunt but very tasty. "We are.. safe for now. The creature is gone." Red eyes blinked once, twice, "..... you smell delicious." WHOOPS, the ghost shook his head out. Eating students was not allowed. Even if they smelled good or not.

Looking away from the tasty smelling student, King looked to the one who'd led the expedition. "Aymet, have you found what you seek yet?"

He gave Tess a reassuring smile as he helped her to her feet, then keeping an arm wrapped around her for support.

"You can lean on me as long as you need to."

Now, tomorrow, a week from frightday, whenever she needed him, he would be there. And he would never let her fall, not so long as he himself stood.

"Let's hope there is no repeat of that."

Perhaps to that end, it would be best to leave this cavern and move down one of the paths. Perhaps the chimera was defeated, but was it truly defeated? What was to say it wouldn't reanimate and attack all over again? Sheridan wasn't sure he wanted to stay here long enough to find out.

"Just like my pop," He shrugged, still digging but growing frustrated. "Heard some cats were moseying for some sorta' caper in a Dragon territory." He picked up a skull and shook it, hoping something besides dust or a potato would fall out. Alas. The skull was tossed over his shoulder, "You'd think there'd be heaps of treasure laying around. In good repair. Guess they guard it a bit better'n just a big ol' boney bozo. Don't know from nothin' if anyone's got agendas besides that."

Priorities, Enzo had them.