Bane had started to get light headed as they walked into the room and he carefully sat down with the chair back in front of him. “You…better get more padding…I’m light headed and I shouldn’t be…” he blinked hard. 

Ash was breathing weakly, shaking but the stones were helping a lot. 

Aura was recovering well and the wounds healing in the heat. 

Dante was the problem. His pain was making him wake up in a wild rage and try and fight off what he thought were foes. But were his own men. He only saw red and felt pain.