Serph lets out a quiet huff. It's unclear if it's a laugh or exhaustion.

"It worked. You pulled me back before I was beyond help." he murmurs, closing his eyes and leaning more heavily into the touch than he initially intended. He needs to take care of his wounds, there are monsters to devour right there. But if he transforms again now... he's not sure he has strength left to keep Varuna at bay even with Jack here.

His head hurts.

He lifts his head, gaze searching their campsite for continued signs of fighting. He would listen for it as well, were it not for his ears feeling like they're stuffed with all the fabric Jack has been collecting. "Have we finished dispatching the monsters?"

The healing magic granted to him leaves him incapable of fighting, but if the fighting is over he can afford to rest through the side effects.