The healer sighed, and came into the guild, approaching Jarvis, she couldn't force him to stay, "You guild members are all so stubborn. Are there any injured that actually want to be looked out?"

Jarvis sighed and shook his head, "we have a guy who seems apt at healing himself. He bound the wounds that occurred, and everything seems to be okay. I'm sorry you had to come for nothing. Let me get you a meal, and a drink" 

Sasha tugged at Lazarus's hand, leading him inside, "Damian, you should come inside too and rest" She said over her shoulder to Damian looking over at Scier, she sighed, wishing she knew what was going on. She bit her lip, pushing Lazarus down in a seat, sitting down as well. She dropped her head into her hands, wondering what had just happened. Had Wes died? But what was that light? Would they ever know? Or would it just be a mystery? She didn't know. 

"So, what do we do now?" She said softly