Lyell sheathed his rapier, decidedly not as swiftly as he had drawn it and notably free from any need for wiping. "I need more training." He mused wearily as he clutched the site of his last wound, the adrenaline mask fading. He regarded Anya and her wounds with a sympathetic groan.<br/><br/>He took the few paces it took to make it to where she lay and slumped to his knees with a grunt. "Give me some room." he complained as he went to work applying salves, putting pressure on wounds as he wrapped them.<br/><br/>(Heal Roll: 18+4 (22) Yeah, NOW the dicebot wants to cooperate.)