Skyfire lets out a wheezing chuckle and winces at the soreness of his throat, but it was getting better. At least he could make some sounds now.

[We both need the rest. Trying to fight when we're not well will see us loose.] He pauses to do a mental head count and then sighs. [At least 30. I can't keep track of the foxes very well, but the unicorn heard is healing up nicely.]