"At least one of them will take a few days before he can wander anywhere."

They'd done some damage. There's that. And maybe this isn't the best use of Riftwatch resources, or even a productive use of their own energy, battering against something that will remain unchanged. But Ellis doesn't regret it.

There's a familiarity to it. Even the peeling up of blood-sodden fabric is familiar, the inspection of a wound sliced into his skin. Ellis shakes his head over it.

"It's nothing to worry about," Ellis says, though he has no real illusions about Astarion worrying over him. "A bandage, and some ice if I can find it. It'll hold me over once we get back."