He healed his damaged tongue, and quickly swallowed the blood, before using a bit of flame to clean his mouth out, hiding the fact he had damaged himself like a hatchling. He shrugged off Tuor's question about being hurt, and snarled softly at the retreating gold's back. "Next time, you can TRY to help someone who is helping your clan. It would at least PRETEND to maintain the reputation that the golds have clearly bought rather than earned?"<br/><br/>He turned his attention back to Tuor, as he continued winging away from the aerie, one eye kept open for his clan master. He was achy, had used two of his three epic spells until he had meditated, and was tired, for even the shortest of battles always left him feeling drained for some reason. "Fine, I am not bleeding excessively, no limbs or important pieces are missing, and I am not in a strange shape for a day or twelve. All in all, been better, been alot worse. So today counts as a victory in my book."