At the very least it didn't look like there was gonna be a round two here. The fluid was purged, the bones reset, the shock tended to. Cassian might take a moment or two to come around, but at least he didn't look like he was quite so dead anymore.

The entity, despite all the horror it had caused, had nearly left the entire room completely untouched. As if there had never been anything there at all.

Save for one brilliant, deep red feather, far too large for any normal bird, resting on the floor not too far from the two of them.

As for Cassian, a spit, a curse, and he slowly started to return to consciousness, trying to grasp at something, anything, either for comfort or for just stabilization.