As Wynter was being healed, she took a breath as the hole in her side had slowly closed up. As she was being treated, she almost laughed to herself, 'How lonf has it been since I've been injured like this? This is embarrassing, Cold Steel, almost dies in a fight. But, t'was an even match as it would seem...' As she recalled her past injuries, marking which ones were the most umplesant, she had taken another long breath, as she still felt that a job was to be done, and just because she's hurt in any way does not excuse her from her job. Yet, as she thought that, the healing had wrapped up, glancing at the others, Wynter noticed Pommel was safe, which felt more relieving as Wynter feared she was in danger, she then looked to a new person. It was interesting, as Wynter had never seen this strange woman enter the cave during the fight, surely Wynter would have noticed, but that was besides the point, what was most important was the mission details. Still quite dazed, the blue knight slowly stood, calling out a blade, sheathed to her back, named Balmung, as the blade rested upon Wynter's back, she turned to Rin, listening to each of her questions with her typical knightly demeanor,
"I shall handle the explanation to Mistress Mavis myself. Don't worry as to that, for if I explain what has happened, she will take the matter further." After answering to Rin's question, though her gaze soon turned to this new woman, whom had come back with Pommel, as Wynter could tell, she didn't seem like she'd be an enemy, but, it would help if the woman introduced herself, "And Ma'am, could you introduce yourself? I take it you've aided Pommel when she had slipped up, but I would like to know what to call you by."
While those words lingered, and echoed through the caves she noticed Zane had no shirt, the rest of his clothes seemed to be in tact, but the boy's shirt had become no more. With a sigh, from her requip dimension, came a simple white track shirt, folded nicely, with little else outside of being her training equipment. With a kind smile, she extended her arm, covered and gloved with her gauntlets, to the boy, shirt in hand. As the shirt reached supposedly his vision, she spoke, her words having softened feeling reassured her allies were safe from harm,
"Here, Zane, It might not be a perfect fit, but it'll let us go directly home to the guild. We can handle things there."