Noah was glad that his lower body hadn’t been injured in anyway. It meant he could walk, albeit with some pain as his body would jumble and irritate the wounds. He wouldn’t be able to fly without a great deal of pain as it were, and so he would be grounded. That alone was enough to make the situation all the worse. He was thankful that Zulrav had interfered and didn’t blame his deity for taking as long as it did. It wasn’t a clear shot for Zulrav to make, the lightning being as random and volatile as it could be. Smote, Noah’s adversary was no more.

The grounded eagle looked at his right side, the heat of his trickling blood drawing his attention. The wound in his ribcage was worse than his back, probably because he had jerked away from the falcon when the talons were digging in him. It must’ve been how his prey felt, he deduced sourly. His hands were covered with sand and he knew better than to directly touch the wound in this state, but the bleeding wasn’t slowing quickly enough for him and it only hurt. His breaths were taken sparingly as the adrenaline died, any stretch of his lungs against his ribs sent growing waves of pain until he exhaled.

Noah looked to the sky and noted the still rolling thunder as Zulrav sent cool breezes over him. He kind of nodded to the sky to say he was okay because that’s what Zulrav was asking. As if relieved, the storming deity sent another, low rumble of thunder through the skies. Noah then looked to his left, splashing in the water catching his attention. At first he thought it was something else coming after him, to which his heart skipped a beat because he’d be dead for sure. He didn’t know if he had any fight left in him, but it was Elann. He let out a breath of relief, quieting his fear of the unknown because it was actually something, or someone, he thought he knew well.

Noah didn’t want to fill his lungs enough to yell back so he just nodded. His quietly buzzing end of the bond would tell that he was okay emotionally, but the pain burning in his side and back told of his injuries. Already he was sure that the red on his fair skin was an indicator that he was bleeding. He waited until Elann was closer and upon him to answer her question.

“A falcon,” he said in brief, wincing at the pain the taken breaths did to his side. “This is its territory… I am… trespassing.” He swallowed the iron tasting spit in his mouth and let out a more ragged breath. “I’m okay,” he tried to assure.

Noah didn’t want Elann to get frantic or freak out. The thing he wanted right now was her to resemble his calm in the situation. It was a part of his life, this situation, and he had been in it before. It wasn’t as bad as the mangling done to his leg by the jaws of a wolf, so he felt much calmer now than he did then. Another difference in the situations was that he didn’t have Devi to heal him this time, just Elann, and whatever healer was present at the caravan.

Noah grit and bore through the burning in his side, his tolerance for pain being considerable and was probably chalked up to dire blood flowing out of his body. He was primarily concerned about his situation and wanting to get out of it. If there was one thing that mankind new how to do it was take care of the wounded, and it was one of the few things he was appreciative of. The concern for himself overshadowed any concern he had for Elann at the moment because she had been saved by her deity. There was a sense of uselessness in him emotionally, but the physical stinging was at the fore.