Damian chuckles as he works, calling to Jarvis for more ice for Lazarus's head. "It's not your fault, Sasha. I got so caught up in the sheer SIZE of that thing I didn't consider the fact that it would attack me." Setting the cloth to the side, content he'd cleaned him up the best he could, he sets to putting the salve on the worst of them first, starting with the chin. "Besides, it's not painful, at least not yet. Still not sure if that's a good thing or not..." Looking at Sasha, he smiles. "Trust me, I'm fine. Just need to take it easy and help the others out." Thanking Jarvis for the ice pack when he brings it over, I put it to Lazarus's head and have him hold it in place.

"Possible concussion from that, so you can't sleep for a bit. Once your head starts to clear up, then you can sleep. Eat and rest for now." Standing up, Damian groans slightly as he stretches and a slight popping sound comes from his ribs. "Best go make sure Mayt isn't asleep. Lazarus's punch packed quite the wallop behind it." As he reaches Mayt, he hears him ask about his sword and nods. "Can do. Don't sleep." Going outside, he makes sure to skirt the next battle and pick up the blade, bringing it back in and setting it on the table next to the wounded Mayt. "There ya go."