When he finally came to, Tenzin groggily lifted his head to peer through the smoke. The Gembounds were collecting themselves and heading in their own directions, either alone or helping each other. The dragon was nowhere to be seen and, thankfully, neither was Nemean. If he had the energy, he would have risen to put the fires out; but his body, his mind, and his magic were exhausted. Ice had formed jagged shapes over the parts of his body that were bare and burned. The turquoise centered in his chest was still protected behind a sheet of ice, and even though he had strengthened it earlier, the layer was thin again. He touched it lightly with his beak, forming a stronger shell around his stone.

Quiet footsteps drew his attention and he glanced up, watching as Astraea slowly made his way over. The deer hadn't fared any better than he had, and the phoenix could only assume the Gembounds were in similar shape. In fear of calling her to the stage, he passed on mentioning Nemean. "Casualties?" he asked cautiously, scratching at the burns that seared claw marks into his neck. That fiery grip would haunt him. He lifted a wing for his friend, offering a cool area to rest now that the immediate danger seemed to have passed.

This will be a short thread between Tenzin and Astraea only.
Prepare for a small tidbit of lore!