Grinning, Damian finishes doing what he can for Mayt's cuts before sitting back on his heels. "My pleasure, really. You put up a good fight out there against Lazarus." Snapping his fingers, he stands up and heads for the guild hall. "Be right back." Getting some ice from Jarvis, he wraps it in a smaller towel and takes it back out to Mayt, putting it against his jaw, which was starting to bruise, and putting his hand on the ice pack. "Keep that there for about fifteen, twenty minutes. It'll reduce the swelling, bruising and help clear your head." Picking up the medical supplies, he gives Mayt a meaningful look. "Don't move around too much, it won't help your head." Nodding to him, he goes to find Lazarus and sits him down as well.

"Right then, lots of nicks and cuts, including on the chin." Pulling out the wet cloth again, he sets to cleaning them all. "You two were rougher than Sasha and I, and I've got cracked ribs from our bout."