Jon only stared at her for a moment. Then, her words registering in his head, he nodded, putting his revolver back into his holster.
"I think so too," he breathed. "Well fought, Dragonborn. I should thank you, for you've done me a great service in helping me prepare for my future expedition. It would appear I still need to prepare far more, however, especially seeing how much I've taken and how much you have," saying this while he looked at himself; his armor vest was shredded, his helmet sufficiently dented, his limbs had cuts and burns all over, and his vision started blurring and his hearing echoed again. He walked with a slight limp to his medic satchel. "I'd think I did almost nothing to you, even with employing my entire arsenal. I'm starting to have doubts as to my capability."
He then turned to his Options, saying, "Oscar-Charlie-Tango-Mike." The Options immediately changed their glow from orange to green and began to hum in a more pleasant tune. Jon opened up his satchel, took out a needle less injector, and administered a painkiller into himself. Two of his Options began emitting green healing beams, which slowly but methodically began healing Jon, cooling his burns and closing the cuts.
After administering the painkiller, he walked over to Shyvana, his walking now normal due to the healing. "Do you need any assistance?" He asked.
"Nope, I'm good." She said, with a smirk. "Well fought, but pray you encounter no dragons."