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Funny how as the silence fell onto the battlefield, Zell immediately fell back into his old ways.  He walked around, to each of his friends, as if they'd just finished a football match and earned a hard fought victory.

A soft pat on the cheek for Adam and a ruffle of the hair on the back of his head.  "You okay?  You sure?"

A respectful shake of the hand for Fenna, with a pat on the arm. "You were awesome out there, mate."

A headbutt of Joji's shoulder and a pat on the back.  "We did it, big bro."

Massive hugs for James and MacKensie.  "Fucking hell, James." ... "That was intense."

Something different for everyone, but all coming with the same deep look into their eyes, showing how happy he was to see them standing.  Sports habits die hard.

When he knelt down beside Lillianna to see that she'd been given medical attention on the battlefield, he smiled at James and checked with the Cleric that her condition was stable.  With that confirmed, he looked at Joji, who was keen on carrying Clive's body to a more suitable sight where the American farm man could be buried.  Gesturing to Adam for him to carry Lillianna, "Will you do the honours, Adam?" Although chances were he didn't even need asking.  The Druid was amongst the least injured and under that coat of his, Zell could tell that the kid was pretty jacked just by his shoulders alone. He was capable of doing the job.

Zell covered his mouth and coughed.  A bit of blood spattered his hand and trickled down his chin but he wiped it away quickly.  Yeah, he was pretty fucked up.  Internal bleeding, no doubt.  There was no way he was in any condition to carry the lightning mage even halfway to Valhiem.  He was going to have a bit of trouble just getting himself there on his own two feet.

He noticed the crystal on his hand turn purple, but his mind had already turned to Clive and Arthur, so he ignored it and looked out onto the battlefield.  [i]Two days in.  Two friends lost.[/i]  This world was a dangerous place.  Mourning shadowed his grim expression as he struggled but successfully repressed his emotions.  He never had a chance to get to know his two front-line comrades well, but he would remember them fondly nonetheless.  Seeing that black sword of the ninja lay on the floor was a suprise.  No body, only the weapon.  Zell went over.  [i]Hmmm, no sense in leaving this behind,[/i] he thought, audibly straining as he bent over to pick it up.

When everyone was ready, Zell looked to Adam, who still held the map and knew best how to get out of this hellhole.

...

Adam stayed true to his pledge to guide them from Hommas to Valhiem.  With little knowledge of this new world, the Druid had performed with excellence.  Everyone had chipped in and teamwork, trust and determination had played the biggest part - but it might have been all for nothing if they weren't lucky enough to have Adam in the group.  Zell subconciously held his lower ribs, as if trying to soothe his bleeding organs.  His breathing was a little staggered and it was a struggle to walk with his usual athletic grace.  All he wanted right now was to flop into a comfy chair.  The City of Valhiem was an impressive sight.  It might have been a joyous occassion to see it and walk through it's gates, but the weight of loss was heavy indeed.  The visual of Clive's last moments... Arthur's impaled body...

Zell, never shy, approached the sentry at the southern gate, walking right up to him.

"Hey, would you mind directing us to a hospital-" he choked and coughed suddenly, accidently specking the guards armour with a few dots of blood.  "Sorry," he added quietly.  "My friend needs a doctor.  Preferrably of the magical kind."

The guard looked down at his armour and back at Zell as he rubbed the stain away.  "Looks like you could do with one yourself, adventurer."  Zell tilted his head in a silent concession.  "Just up the street and make a turn..."

After getting directions and heading there, they got Lillianna seen to by the mages and doctors, offering whatever payment required to see her healed up.  If it wasn't too expensive, then Zell would asked for a check-up too, although he wasn't about to waste his entire share of the silver if the price was too much.

[i]What's a bit of blood coughed up every now and then, eh?[/i]