Taking Damien’s wrist, she checked his pulse for irregular beat patterns, and ran her hands along his shoulders, collarbone and chest looking for any abnormalities or broken bones. It was unlikely, not impossible. Running her hands along his skull, she looked for bruising or bumps. She checked his reflexes and his reaction to stimuli. He seemed ok, but it was still early.<br/><br/>After what seemed like a lifetime of tests, she nodded in response to Llyr’s question, still not removing her eyes from Damien. “Right now, he’s fine. He is recovering as expected and there seems to be no lasting negative effects.” She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes trained for anything unusual. Reaching for the cup, she took another sip, enjoying the flavour.