Micah was out for the better part of ten minutes, and when he finally did come to, he was shaking from power-shock. He'd been through this before, but lacked a lot of strength to explain. So, in lieu of speaking mentally or signing, he sent a mental image of Lilly helping him to his bed of nests and letting him sleep, followed by being served a veritable mountain of food to help him recover. Flash healing was dangerous at any time, but if he had let his wings remain broken, the internal blood loss could have killed him. So, he took the lesser of two evils. Now, he was paying greatly for it.<br/><br/>Ivan gave a soft, light chuckle, and helped Molly to her feet, holding her gently against his side. Come, darling. Let's get you settled. you vill get used to sparring and injuries. Perhaps ve vork on making you less sensative to it, by over-vorking it. Perhaps it vork, perhaps not. ve'll see. he said, taking Molly to her bed and helping settle her in. In morning, ve get you cleaned up, fed, and in clothes that fit your figure. I vill admonish them for fighting constantly, and give you brief respite vhile I can. Ve sleep now. he said, sliding into bed beside the woman. He had no compunctions about cuddling the woman to help her calm down and get to sleep. She desperately needed it, his sensors could pick that much up easily. Too much more, and she'd collapse from it all. That would be counter-productive to the smooth running of his ship.