"U[color=00aeef]hhh, mostly, yeah.[/color]" Verloren was quiet until Lu landed in the grassy field. He quickly slipped off of the dragons back and onto the ground with a bit of a thud. A bit of blood dripped down from the right side of his face, having just narrowly escaped an arrow going through his head. Instead, it only managed to nick his ear and scratch across his cheek. It wasn't deep or anything, but it would take a day or so to heal, even with a bit of medicine. He lifted a hand up to gingerly poke at his cheek and ear, checking over the damage since he couldn't exactly just look in a mirror to check his face. 

"[color=00aeef]Your wing, if you give me a second to get my ear to stop bleeding, I can help you pull that arrow through. Its a bit easier with my hands than your claws.[/color]" Already Ver had his small bag spun around so he could dig into one of the pockets. He pulled out a small metal tin that reeked of crushed herbs. He popped the top of it off and stuck one of his fingers in, scooping out a small bit of clear goo with green speckles before raising his hand up to delicately rub the goo over the bit of his ear that had been damaged, and even a small bit across the small line on his right cheek.

"[color=00aeef]We shouldn't hang around here any longer than we have too. If they are really intent on keeping us from leaving, they'll be after us.[/color]" Ver muttered out softly, already going about closing the small tin and dropping it back into his bag. Out of anything anyone knew of Verloren, at least he dealt very well with being hurt. Once he applied some medicine or decided the wound was not worthy of his worry, he got over it really quickly.