Vaati returned the summoned creatures leaving a darknut to grant Dark Link keep him from causing too much harm out of boredom. Zavyr decided to see how much of the magic he had used during the battle by simply choosing not to hide his current magical strength which was currently less than what he had taken from Vaati during the spell that placed him in Vaati's shadow and that strength was visible even to those who couldn't normally see or sense magic though the aura was in the form of a grey flame.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #400080">Lets see ranging by my current aura and how many teleportation spells adding the bit used for crafting my current morphic weapon I'd say I've used about maybe 20% of the magic held within this body</span>." Zavyr muttered to himself before turning to Vaati. "<span style="color: #400080">When was the last time you ate anything?</span>" Vaati responded with an answer of "Why would you care?" and an annoyed look on his face. Though despite the question Vaati  pouch containing a few rations, taking a bite his expression turned to one of disgust, he had forgotten that he normally used a spell to alter the taste to a flavor he was used to, then again he could also have done the same with the potions but the thought it might interfere with the restorative properties prevented that. With a simple spell cast Vaati continued eating at least till he found a green kinstone piece in the bread. "Last time I try buying rations during Minish festivals."<br/><br/>Zavyr after absorbing his weapon regaining the magic that gave it form and hiding his aura, he took a seat and decided to silently meditate as he thought about recent events and such, though from how he looked he appeared to be simply staring at something and ignoring any possible distraction.