Damian drops to one knee and takes in a couple shallow breaths, holding his right side. His arm wasn't fractured like he had been sure it was, but that didn't matter with his ribs broken. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to stand and sheath his cutlass back on his hip. Dismissing the shield on his arm, he closes his eyes and focuses once more, the black magic seal appearing beneath him. "Reengage skill lock Omega, confirmation Beta thirteen. Reengage skill lock Alpha, confirmation Sigma six." As he spoke, the seal went back to green, then back to orange, the alpha and omega skills he'd used fighting against Lazarus once more dormant and he exhaled slowly.

Turning to Sasha with a forced smile, he keeps a hold of his left side and has a limp as he heads inside. "Don't know that Jarvis can help with me. Three broken ribs, left side. I," coughing, he keeps walking, his breathing growing sort of ragged, "I'm gonna need that healer." Reaching the door way leading inside, he stops to rest and inhale deeply a couple of times, keeping his vision focused until he reached an unoccupied table. Laying on it, he doesn't hardly move, but his breathing becomes easier.