"Wildfire and Flame are fine." Ilya spared a glance at the horses. "Agitated, and likely worried about you, but they're unharmed." He moved close to her and put a hand out to smooth her hair from her face. He touched the site of the bite with his other hand, using his strength to seal the wounds and stop the flow of blood.
"He landed a couple good punches, but nothing I can't handle." He typically healed quickly. He'd be fine. "What about you." It didn't seem he'd down anytihng more than drink, and she was conscious, coherent. He hadn't taken too much, then, though any little bit was too much as far as Ilya was concerned.