Nyri tiredly lay in the blankets, her head ringing and tasting copper in her mouth. Major Dexter had turned to handle some work with his soldiers, leaving the medics to take care of her for the time being. Nyri rasped out another pained answer, her head burning. As he spoke about the Council, she tiredly looked up. "I... am.... in.... the medical bay.... I'll be okay... though.... The M-Major.... says... he'll have a sentence for me... s-soon..." she said, struggling to be audible.