Kaylee's anger dissipated when Keystone stopped looking at the remains of his foe, and the spirit focused its energies inwards, at Keystone. She grew in his mind, barely leaving any space for him, as he felt his limbs go light once again and his wounds jerk shut on their own. It was not enough to stop the bleeding, but it was enough to reduce it down to a trickle here and there. Kaylee's presence shrunk in his mind, but was still present, painfully so, as she controlled parts of the monk's body to keep his wounds shut and his muscles spasming. Mere minutes later, the blood had nearly stopped as the wounds started to mend and crust over. Kaylee subsided from the monk's mind to a fraction of her former self, retaining only the lightness in the monk's limbs.

The wounds that had just been held together by her efforts now relaxed, reminding the monk that they were still not fully healed.

"Try to move, Keystone," echoed the familiar girlish voice in his mind. "I have done what I can, but I am not a healer." As if trying to entice the monk into moving, he felt his right leg trying to get a hold on the pavement to get him up.
"It's all right now. You have won. You saved me. Thank you." she almost purred in his mind, flooding his head with images of a happy Keystone standing next to a happy Kaylee as she was before, holding hands.

The fight in the streets of Telflamm was now over, with no more magical blasts or metal ringing audible from Keystone's alley. The familiar murmur of the city soon returned, but it took another hour for a living soul to enter the alley. A building inspector, obvious from his carried hammer and a set of tools, jogged into the battleground to inspect the wall. He wasn't aware of the monk, as a solid heap of wall was covering the sitting figure on the other side of it, but Keystone could clearly hear his instructions to a few of his helpers.