Tal groaned, rubbing his head to check if the bleeding had stopped yet. It hadn't, but it had definitely slowed down. He ran his hand over each of his horns, checking that they were still intact. He knew they probably hadn't been snapped, he'd heard that kind of pain was unbearable. He blinked a couple of times, waiting for his vision to clear as he fought the fatigue and pain he was feeling.<br/><br/>"I don't want to know." He replied, sitting forward slightly. "Can't help but think we're stuck here with possibly more to come though." He sighed, crossing his arms and wishing he hadn't of let go of the handle. He really didn't want to die in a Dwarven thaig, not after everything they'd already been through.<br/><br/>Ester had noticed the blood, she furrowed her brows. "You need to get that sorted. My spell is not enough." She demanded, looking over her shoulder at Valehna. She knew that the other elf probably wouldn't be able to cast a healing spell yet, but Mesaraih needed one. The mage knew another way to heal him when both of them were out of mana - blood magic. She'd seen a spell that could heal at the expense of someone else. "I can help." She whispered, daring to suggest the idea to the human.