Damian nodded to Mayt, but kept himself slightly on edge slightly. Something about the look in Mayt's eyes didn't feel right and he stood up. "Soon as you're feeling better, I'd be happy to teach you some swordplay." Heading back outside to talk to the master, he smiles at everyone. "I'll be right back, need to go see how everyone from the other battle is doing." Once outside, he ran over to Master Jamie and got his attention. "Master, I think Mayt took a harder blow to the head than I initially thought. There's," Damian hesitates, trying to think of the best way to put it, "something wrong with the look in his eyes. It's different from when he started the fight with Lazarus."

He sighed and shrugged, sitting on his heals. "I'm not equipped to handle mental wounds, just physical. Back when I was with my parents in the Royal Army, they sent the mental patients back to base."