Chuckling in spite of himself, Damian stands up and rests a hand on the cutlass on his waist. "I'll be fine, Master Jamie. It's Lazarus who needs to rest up. Mayt gave him a serious what-for." Going back inside, he see's Lazarus standing and quickly moves over to him, making him sit down again before checking the wounds. "Damn it man, you can wait a few more minutes for the salve to actually set before we go at it. What these cuts lack in depth they make up for in numbers and you can loose a lot of blood if you aren't careful." Going back over to Sasha, Damian pulls her just out of hearing of Mayt. "Do me a favor and keep an eye on Mayt for me. Something's...off. I don't know what, but something isn't right."

He looked over at Mayt and Lazarus and looked back at Sasha. "And maybe keep Lazarus sitting down. He won't admit it, but he's still too warn to fight. I need to get cleaned up, Master Jamie's orders."