Lykos groaned, then felt whoever he was laying on shift and groan as well. He rolled off Khait, and started to stand, only to note with some irritation that his left fibula appeared to be sticking out of his leg. He growled as he shoved it back into place. Walking was not going to be fun for the next couple hours. The backlash from the orb’s destruction had taken out a good section of a wall, and he was concerned part of the building was going to follow it down. “Christophe?” Lykos looked around.
“Here.” Christophe shoved the remains of a painting off himself. He was bleeding from a cut on his forehead, but his injuries didn’t look bad. Khait looked in much worse shape. His wings were little more than char, but he was getting back to his feet. He offered Lykos a hand up.
He started to look for the others, then made a frustrated sound. “Naughty girl had defenses.” Over on the other side of the small crater he’d made, Wren was getting back to her feet.