"Got you too, huh?" She comments as she sees Hector enter the medical tent, led to the cot next to hers. Lyn's wounds had been healed up for the most part, though there wasn't much that could be done for her concussed head, outside of natural healing. Her leg still stung from that thunder magic, too. "What took YOU out? I was almost certain you would have stuck it out longer."
He hadn’t thought he’d be joining the ranks of the fallen so soon.
Even more surprising though, was seeing Lyn here as well.
A healer is swiftly on their way, inspecting the cuts on his arm and ribs. Off goes the armour, and then his crimson-stained shirt, which he winces through despite his best efforts, although he is content to chat throughout. His wounds look worse than they actually are - or so he convinces himself.
“Some five foot nothing punk, if you’ll believe that. Clocked me right in the head, must’ve hit just the right spot.” A sigh hisses through his teeth. “Knocked me out cold for a spot. That part, I think, was lucky, but credit where credit’s due: the kid has spunk and knows his way ‘round an axe.”
Does he want to admit he’d fallen for Caspar’s taunts? Not really. Especially not in front of Lyn. But she’s got this disarming way about her... “I really ought to learn how to keep a level head one of these days, huh...”
Frowning as the healer approaches with a staff, he shakes his head. “What about you? You took the words right out of my mouth - thought I’d be fighting alongside you in the finals!”