Zolvan would lay beside the form of his injured step-son and that of his wife - a tired sigh coming escape that Amber druid. He could not sleep as he would often stare forth towards those wounds, worry plaguing him as he would constantly make sure that no blood was leaking and no infection were starting.. Once more that Amber elf would look to the ceiling, thanking the Aspects that Amaesil had lived and fought well, thanking them that his wife would not have to lose a child. "Blessed be the Aspects." The elf would utter out before finally resting himself, the stress of the day finally over.