Gwen's touch broke Henry from his shocked reverie with a start.

"Oh, sorry Gwen. I didn't see you there, I'm glad you're uninjured though." He offered her a weak smile but he was aware that his own face was probably drawn and pale. Then the moment he feared came and he felt the muscle behind his right eye twinge; it seemed that Sam was still the best at inducing his infirmity.

"I should p-probably report to the Q-Q-Queen." Henry murmured, stuttering slightly before squaring his jaw. "I'll find you later." He said, taking care to hide the stammer before turning and walking stiffly away. Every muscle in his body wanted to rebel but he kept them taught and under his control as he headed for a nearby stable he remembered from their arrival. Thankfully no one was there, not even any horses, and the straw was fresh on the ground. Barely had he arrived did he fall to his knees as his legs gave way and a violent shudder spread through his body. Before losing control completely Henry reached into a pouch at his waist and drew out a semi-circular piece of leather and shoved it into his mouth and bit down hard on it before the spasms took over and a white flash crossed his vision.

He wasn't sure how long it took but he came to with every muscle roaring in pain, many of them torn from the event. Tenderly removing the piece of leather from his mouth, his jaw aching from the effort of biting into the material so hard, he washed it with his canteen before putting back in its pouch and heaving himself off the floor using a wooden fence partitioning the stall. Sounds of battle still sounded out side meaning the pursuit was still on and he hadn't been gone for long which was a comfort; Gwen would suspect something but that was unavoidable, as long as it wasn't common knowledge then he'd be okay.

Walking was an effort but he managed to make it look natural, easily passing as someone who was simple a little saddle sore, and before long he found the Queen's party and bowed before the Royals. There was a flash of recognition in the Queen's eyes at his wariness but she said nothing; outside of his own family the Queen was possibly the only one who knew of his infirmity.

"We've broken the enemy, your Majesty. Revaz will lead our cavalry and pick off any stragglers while herding the rest out of the Academy's grounds; if any survive at all that is." He reported, keeping it short; even his tongue felt heavy in his mouth from exhaustion. Queen Louise nodded, turning to Prince Jochi and Princess Elaeria.

"I'd say our alliance is already bearing fruit. Lord Henry, well fought. Now I suggest you look to the healers... for your arm." With his entire body earned with the effort of movement he had forgotten the cut in his arm from the splinter shower and was glad the Queen had chosen to be diplomatic in her concern. Thanking them and excusing himself, Henry made his way slowly towards the healers. His progress was slow as many young noblemen, particularly the veterans, saw him and approached with congratulations for the victory, tales of their own valor or simply giving thanks that they had both survived the ordeal.

Eventually Henry arrived at the healers and sat down heavily, letting them deal with far more serious injuries before he was seen. When a healer came over he simply requested a specific herbal mixture, one that he had always taken in the aftermath of his seizures, and had his small cut cleaned and bandaged. As he was about to leave Henry spotted Caroline holding a massive bow of strange construction and hurried over. Luckily a healer found her first as she began to collapse.

"You shouldn't be fighting in your condition! Let the healers see to you before you do anything rash, Caroline." [i]As if I'm any one to talk.[/i] "The battle's won, thanks to you and those golems. Rest for now, this war is far from over." He looked up at the healer who was their age; possibly another of the students by her appearance. "Thank you for your hard work." He said, standing up stiffly and looking out over the battlefield. Part of him wanted to help bring in the wounded but there were other things only he could do.

"I'll send you some helpers." He promised the young woman before heading away. True to his word he found groups of men and women relaxing after the battle, their part supposedly over, but he organised them into groups and sent them out to bring in the wounded. He stopped one of men as a thought struck him.

"Bring me one of their weapons and anything that looks unfamiliar in terms of equipment."