Team Daenerys!
Wolverine had sustained his fair share of injuries from this attack. The amount of demons that he had torn through was unnatural, but it seemed like the onslaught was finally coming to an end. He stood in the middle of his pile of bodies, his entire form drenched in sweat and blood. When he saw the bright light that flashed through the sky, and the crackle that accompanied it, he knew the portal was closed. He looked over at the two women, and smiled. They were safe, and that was all that mattered to him.
The warrior sank on top of the bodies, and rested his elbows on his knees. That was exhausting especially without his healing factor or stamina to assist him with the injuries. The bite on his arm was slowly closing, as were the other deep wounds he sustained during the battle. He wasn't at a hundred percent just yet, and if any more demons reared their ugly heads he would be ready.
He smiled at both Michonne and Dany, and then pushed himself to his feet. Logan hobbled over to them. Michonne's leg wasn't looking too good, and despite the massive amount of demons Daenerys was relatively unscathed. No major injuries on her part, but Logan was worried about other woman.
"Is there anywhere I can take you both," he offered before he looked pointedly at Michonne. "And you might not like this idea too much, but I'm gonna help you stand on that leg. Unless you'd rather bleed out more than you have." With that said Logan tore a long piece of fabric from his shirt, and held it out to Michonne. "For your leg," he offered her.