If anything, the sand would just have to be cleaned out later before the injury would heal properly. Nonetheless, the victorious soldier approached their victim and brushed some sand onto the wound with a hoof. Then, Ignacio began to intone a low, guttural moan -- and this time, Honour did see some signs of magic. The light in the Grand Hall, reasonably bright to begin with for an underground cave, dimmed noticeably, and the poor injured batpony on the sandpit seemed to be swallowed up by the new shadows. As the Balladeer of Ghosts continued his solo note, the darkness passed, and when he warbled the tone with an outstretched hoof, the illumination returned to normal.