The battle-torn Keystone, while grateful for his spiritform cranial guest's assistance with his wounds, he could not help but notice the growing ease with which she could assert control over his limbs. Between her help and an hour spent on natural ground, however, he found he had recovered enough of his vitality to change location without fear of rupturing something. The loss of blood was still a factor; he would have to take it easy for a while. 

From behind his pile of rubble, the battered and bruised victor slipped back into his monk's attire and replaced his belongings on his person. The scrap of metal bearing Glith's damaged blood seal was quietly slipped into a belt pouch, and he held the cloth-wrapped sword openly, intent on using it as a walking cane if necessary. Keystone checked on the recently liberated blade, presumably still Kaylee's prison, and quickly re-wrapped it. 

He listened carefully to the inspector and his people for the few moments it took to get his affairs in order. It seemed like business as usual for the work crew, and as good a time as any to depart. Dipping his new hat low on his head, emerged from his place of relative security and walked casually away from the whole scene, the opposite direction of the laborers. 

The first Xiang Monk he found, he politely requested (or as politely as he could, given who he was) to send a message to the Temple as he was able: "I have met and defeated the enemy, barely, and damned near snuffed it in the process. Before I keep going, I need to rest and heal. Next hour, I'll be speaking with the Dwarf Smith near the merchants if you need me."

Keystone set off, carefully and a little light-headed.