After the great wyvern retreated, Mavolus collapsed in a heap. He was weakened, a deep wound in his right breast, dangerously close to his Gem, gushing blood, and the fall had broken his left hind leg and more ribs than he was comfortable with. The claw marks on his face were oozing blood as well, some would heal, but the rest will remain as scars. He saw Isis writhe in agony before passing out, her legs severed but her small forelimbs were still attached. He dragged himself to standing and moved sluggishly towards her. Reaching her, he grabbed her carapace gently in his and dragged her onto his back. He did the same for her severed legs, wrapping his tail around them to carry them.<span style="font-style: italic">When she wakes, she may be able to reattach them</span>, he thought to himself. He started to stumble and drag himself away as best he could.