He gave her a grin that he would often give to new recruits. It was the kind of smile that said 'nothing we can't handle.' "I'll be fine. Ulric knows I need some bed rest, but..." With a supreme force of will, he placed one hand on his knee, and then got to his feet, ignoring the cuts, scrapes, and broken rib. They still had work to do. "We need to get out of here first." 

He placed his hands on his hips, and looked around the dimly lit room. The lantern fire danced off his cheeks' scar, and gave his iron eyes the look of gold or bronze flecked within them. He gripped his sword hilt, and seemed to almost draw strength from it, as if the weapon itself helped him stand a tad easier than he normally would. Maybe he wasn't healing unnaturally, but he certainly seemed to have a fair bit of energy for someone who had been fighting all day. 

"Come on," he told her, giving her a hand to help her up, despite his hip still very much hurt. He only winced at the movement. "Once we find a way out, I'm getting us a huge dinner and a comfortable room," he said. He gazed at some of the connecting rooms as he spoke. "We still have some treasures left.. Time we fucking used some." Cyrdic turned to her. "You think so?" 

They searched the other cellars that were connected to this one. The first room had nothing but cheese and brandy. The next room looked to be a place to clean and maintain weapons. That would have come in handy if the battle above had turned out differently, Cyrdic thought cynically. 

The last room was a dead end as well, it seemed like. There were apples and fruit lining all of the walls except the back one. Upon bringing their lantern further, Cyrdic could see a crack in the very fragile looking masonry...
[@Penny]