It took great effort to refrain from rolling his eyes. Now that the healer was done her job, he could get back to his and work to removing the rest of his equipment and caring for it. He was of a much simpler bent, preferring magic for speed and efficiency. It wasn't long before he was nearly as naked as Terry, though he didn't luxuriate in it as much as the other man appeared to do.
"My head was distracted," he admitted, reaching for a pair of soft, well-worn track pants. "But not by anything off the pitch. That beater of theirs looked ready to take my head off - I just responded in kind. It's all right, nothing an hour of prayer won't fix." He looked up at Terry. "I promise, no distraction next game."