Damian stood up slowly as Yara's healing energy finished its work, the glow fading from her hands.
Her healing was remarkably strong and fast – injuries that should have taken days to recover from were gone in minutes, bones properly set, tissue regenerated without scarring.
He stood there trembling slightly, the aftermath of the sudden life and death situation still affecting his body despite the repairs.
Vash stepped forward and handed him a cigar without a word, the gesture carrying understanding that no verbal comfort could provide.
Damian took it without hesitation, his hands still shaking slightly as he brought it to his lips and lit it.
Puff
The familiar ritual helped ground him, pulling him back from the edge of complete collapse.
He took several long drags, the smoke burning his lungs, before exhaling slowly.
"...Thank you."
His voice was quiet but sincere, directed at all four of them.
"For the healing and the intervention. And for... Saving my life."
