Conlan coughed slightly. His grin broke into a quick chuckle as he saw the two mages standing over him.
"Oh hey... Lillie, Hissra..." he coughed some more, sputtering, and trying to talk. "Make a note, the "Conlan is tasty" is a brilliant distraction plan. We should save it for future encounters with darkspawn... or bears... maybe hungry street urchins."
Conlan blinked, as the two began healing him. Suddenly it didn't hurt as much. He was used to just slapping on some healing poultices, which usually patched up the wound enough to let him keep going. This was the first time he felt real healing magic. The wounds on his arm slowly faded away, and as the fog of his wounds began to clear he was able to look around.
He was relieved to see that no one had fallen in the fight, no one had gotten as injured as he had. His tactics it seemed had worked, now he wondered who the new arrivals were.