Pulling the needle through again on the left side of the injury, Damian listens to Mayt speak as well, then Sasha's reply to what he'd said. He had a hard time getting a grasp on why wizards would want to do things to hurt others, let alone, those without the ability to defend themselves against the magic attacks coming their way. If he really had to guess, he supposed it had to do with Zeref and the Dragon Slayers who attacked civilization over a hundred years ago. The history books said that even before that, there had been dark guilds, ones that would take jobs that had been outlawed and just generally cause trouble and mayhem. They had to be the roots of today's dark guilds if nothing else.

Pulling the last stitch through, he cuts the string and makes sure that the stitch will hold before wrapping the bandages again and taping them so they'd stay in place. "There. That should help keep it from reopening again, but you'll still want to be careful and not overdo it. And as for your blood loss, you need to take it easy for as long as you can. I can't stop you from going with Mayt, but I can task you both with using force as a last resort." He holds up his hands before they can protest. "Mayt, you took a knock to the head that you'll feel for at least the next two or three days, possibly the rest of the week. Sasha, that gash in your side is going to take awhile to heal."

Sitting down and leaning back again, he sighs. "And you're both, so far as I can tell, it's hard to tell with you, Mayt, extremely low on magic energy. And I don't have any idea how fast that recovers. From what I've learned in the last few years, that varies from person to person."