Lirian sat down by himself as the students gathered up and waited for the healers to sort out all their wounds.
The treatment was quick for each person, Lirian had been light-handed with his attacks, with only a single exception.
Lucas had been whimpering in pain as the healers reset his ribs and mended the bones back together, with the exception of an occasional scream everything went well and his breathing soon returned to normal.
A full half-hour passed before they were done, Lucas rubbed his chest and let out a sigh of relief, "Damn, he really didn't hold back," he began complaining as soon as he got back his ability to breathe properly.
Lucas glanced at Lirian with a little trepidation in his eyes, he felt dumb for being concerned about Lirians safety at the beginning of the battle.
