Markiel was the one to tend to Jaklo. He took the hunter from Mithias, quickly laid him down on a medical cot in his office, then began a series of procedures. While he wasn't a healer the company had a rather extensive first aid kit. First and foremost Markiel did his best physically resetting Jaklo's lowest rib. It had been cracked and moved by the icicle spear, but at least it had kept close to its connection.

The hunter growled and roared as the warlock worked. While pain killers were an option even magic ones would be barely effective considering the damage. At the very least it could help feed back into Jaklo's rage reinforcing the magic letting him function. It was clear by now he was functioning not off of his body systems but by burning mana.

With everything back in place Markiel retrieved three things, a green jewel, a bottle of red liquid, and a normal first aid kit. He poured the liquid directly into the wound making Jaklo roar even louder. It boiled on contact with the air cleansing the wound and sending Jaklo's natural ability to heal into overdrive. The cells were growing at beyond cancerous rates, but all were doing so correctly. A large amount of the damage was undone. Instead of a gaping wound it was around the size of a quarter. Markiel patched up the wound with the first aid and put the gem in a Jaklo's pocket.

The hunters breathing was shallow, but steady.

“I hope I'm not the only one who doesn't want to do this again.” Markiel huffed, “You know to keep the gem on you to keep your immunity up.”

“Sure thing doc.” jaklo coughed still lying there.