Rhea'li grunts when she pulls out, blinking rapidly as his senses are properly returned to him. Still, there's a flush darkening his cheeks and his breath uneven. His head feels a little like it's been stuffed with cotton wool, senses dulled, but it's naught like those times he came away with grievous injury...

It is much easier to shake this off than all else he has endured, even with the tightness in his pants.

With a somewhat crooked smile, he reaches for the grimoire at his hip. "There is naught you must do," he explains as he flips it open, lowering his attention to the pages too dim to see clearly in carbuncle's glow. He doesn't need to see the spells to know what the pages contain; it's merely a distraction. "Normally 'tis a spell reserved for my opponents, used in the heat of battle. ...I know not what it is like to be on the receiving end but it seems painless."

Or mayhap his opponents are more concerned with the rest of the magic he may be throwing their way? Regardless, he does not have any kind of useful warning he can give Lilja to prepare her.

He returns his gaze to Lilja, observing the way the cracks in her body have largely sealed. Imperfect, but not nearly the deep grooves they were before. It helps with keeping his mind off the lingering effects of her bite.

"You look... better. Mended." For the most part.