[Liem's eagerness to escape Bondrewd's embrace proves slightly short-sighted. He adjusts his hold on the larger man, sliding down his body as Bondrewd deposits him back on the ground — only to hiss and stagger against him as fresh pain radiates down his leg, fiercer now than it had been while he had still been in the grip of the arena's spell. Liem pushes himself away more cautiously, grabbing for the nearby table instead and leaning heavily against it as he regards his bloodied companions.

It does not at all escape him that some of the more salient wounds the others have suffered were his own doing.]

I have had adventures that went better, [he says ruefully, looking from Sebastian back up at Bondrewd, and trying not to focus overlong on the dark, wet stain soaking the clothes along the side of his neck. He cannot think about it right now, because if he does then he knows he will burn up with shame, and now is simply not the time for such preoccupation.]

Nor was it my intent to harm my own companions. Are you… well enough to continue?

[Both Bondrewd and Sebastian are decorated enough with bug gore that he finds it difficult to actually tell the extent of their injuries, though he can smell the blood in the air without any trouble. Hopefully no one is in need of immediate recovery. Any dungeon is a poor place to rest, but one in which their strength and magics are reduced is especially so.]