Mayt sat up proper and took the sword, carefully making sure to put it in the scabbard and not cut himself. "Thanks... My head is starting to clear a little. But, got it. No sleeping." He gives Damian a thumbs up and continues to hold the ice to his jaw. After a moment, he starts pulling off his jacket and tossing it to the ground. He rubs his free arm. "I think my ribs are cracked as well. But, you should tend to Lazarus first. I tried to drain his body of heat, so check that." He feels the hilt of his blade with his free hand. and nods to Damian. "And thanks again. I hope you and... Sasha? Recover just fine."