Thank you. Thank you so much. I didn't really get hurt, so if you need me, I can give.

[He's shaking, now, and he knows it's from the pain settling in the wake of the adrenaline.]

If... we lose our control while under the effects of mana starvation, we become monsters. Wretched, they're called. Elves that have wasted away and only exist to feed.

I'm stable, I promise, but if I am forced to fight like that again-- I don't know. I don't want to think about it.