Greg let out a groan of pain, "it really isn't all your fault Lyra you got to remember I made the deal to help you. There's three big slashes on my back, but that's the worst of it." He tried to get back to his feet, but fell to one knee...damn it he couldn't even stand up, he hated being weak like he was now but he had to deal with it. His eyes flashed red, then settled back to blue. That's how he knew his body was trying to heal itself.
Greg knew where the place was for them to get some rest, but how he was now he doubted he could make it there anyway. He looked around, good there weren't any human around to look at him. He tried to move, but the slashes burned he grunted in pain and closed his eyes hoping it would go away soon.