[Noah honestly takes a second to fully come out of combat mode, eyes darting around like he's expecting more to pop out at him. He does not, in fact, register the worried group of friends (and probably doesn't register NPC-sickle Clamor yelling in his head either) until a solid minute after the fight is over.
That's when all of the pain actually starts to kick his ass a little bit. Hi, hello. Wow! He never liked Maya and then her mangled shadow-corpse kicked his ass and that feels bad. He got the last hit in but still. Anyway, he stands there for a moment to assess damage...]
I'm alright.
[Everything hurts but yeah. He's alright. He wants to say "I've had worse" but that probably won't help, and he shuts his mouth when he sees everyone's faces. Wordlessly, he starts trying to heal the larger cuts, though it's gonna take him a minute.]
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That's when all of the pain actually starts to kick his ass a little bit. Hi, hello. Wow! He never liked Maya and then her mangled shadow-corpse kicked his ass and that feels bad. He got the last hit in but still. Anyway, he stands there for a moment to assess damage...]
I'm alright.
[Everything hurts but yeah. He's alright. He wants to say "I've had worse" but that probably won't help, and he shuts his mouth when he sees everyone's faces. Wordlessly, he starts trying to heal the larger cuts, though it's gonna take him a minute.]