"I'll live," Nako says in response to Jules' questioning of the party's health. "Bit banged up though," he continues, rubbing the spot where the blackscale's club had thudded into him. He watches as Alziome and Xarces slip off further into the temple and Linda contemplates the corpse of the dracotaur he'd help fell. With the bloody skeletal remains of a blackscale at her side, it wasn't hard to imagine what she might be thinking. Shrugging, he looks to Synys and Aethon. "I wouldn't mind some aid too, if it can be spared. If you reckon we'll need it later, or for someone else though, I'll just endure."