She smiles approvingly, then turns as she hears the pop.  Her eyes immediately focus on the numerous cuts and gashes on Cayn's dark skin.  She doesn't even bother to blush when he asks about her, she's too worried about him!<br/><br/>"How am I?  I'm fine!  See...no blood, no damage...but you....!"  Her eyes flit between Xy and Cayn, locking onto the winged man's.  "Go get healed!  Really...I'm alright!  Is there anything I can do to help?"  Her words are disjointed, but she can't quite make it all fit.  There's a strange fear inside her, seeing her teacher hurt.  But it isn't one of her not advancing in her magics.  It has a deeper feel to it.<br/><br/>Composing herself as best she can, Liz gives him a stern look. Hoping he can't see what she's really feeling, she states "When you're not all sizzling and bloody, I'll tell you about some interesting things I experienced during the storm.  But not until you're better..."