Making a "Kauf"
"Yvraine, are you alright?"
Samiel went to check up on her as he scrutinized her from tip to toe, not finding any severe injuries, so he concluded that she was okey, with a sagely nod. For a few seconds, when he saw her bleeding, he was very concerned about her safety and health.
Even though he knew zero healing magic, he was surprisingly good at first aid, mainly due to years of practice himself; during the times he was injured or anything, he only had himself to depend on and heal. However, Samiel planned to learn some healing magic, which could be a tremendous boost for his combat prowess.
"Of course, I am okey as if that undeveloped reptile could injure me."
She scoffed, trying to sound confident, but even Samiel could see that she was very tired, and on the other hand, her opponent was pretty okey. He guessed that she didn't want to lose face in front of the servants, and her pride wouldn't really allow her to admit she was tired or that she had lost.