Nodding his head seriously, the elven man took a deep breath once they were outside and away from the place. Collapsing on his knees he gave her a smile and slumped to his side. The wound was aching, and the adrenaline had run out. Quietly starting to feel the collapse coming, the young mage didn't believe what he had done. Feeling his conscious state flickering, he reached down to pull the bark off his thighs, trying to fumble and stuff it into the backpack his breath unevern, finally closing his eyes.<br/><br/>Unable to really even laugh at Sharille's comment, he felt exhausted, hurting, aching and burnt, and right then, with adrenaline spent, he collapsed. His wounds were not deadly, but he fell uncounscious on the street, and as he began to fade, he felt the wound bleeding.<em>Great, ruining another tunic already?</em>With that thought, his mind faded to oblivion, restless sleep.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Given the wounds are about half his health and he was already hurt bad before too with ability damage, figured that after it was all over and the rush calming down he might collapse. Let me know if its not ok.</div></div>