Cromir was not far behind the pair as they moved to work on the two idiots. Maybe Cromir let them go for a little too long, but whatever grudge they held against each other was certainly satisfied now. It'd be much smoother sailing now. And if Braiya was as good of a healer as her clan and Pythus claimed, then this would also solve the issue of either of them dying from wounds that were missed, thus preventing either idiot being 'avenged' by their closer friends. When the first was fully healed, Cromir rotated out of the two's way and crouched beside the man, asking him questions and rather roughly poking at the spots Cromir knew were the most injured.<br/><br/>By the time his interrogation and experimentation was over, it seemed that Braiya had at least stabilized the other based on her words. With that, Cromir stood, grabbing the arm of the first idiot as he did so and unceremoniously dragging him to his feet. The man would be given no time to adjust as Cromir brought him forward to present to the group that stayed around out of curiosity... or more chances to see Braiya exposed.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300"> "This asshat got his shit kicked in, and that one over there is just knocked out instead of dying after my new cocksleeve healed him,"</span>Cromir said loudly to the crowd, letting go of the man.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"But don't go out thinking you are immortal. You will earn this treatment like you earn your pay, or I figure you are more valuable patched up after some fight you get into in camp. You run out there with your dicks waving in the wind expecting me to make my new pussy heal you, I will leave you to bleed out in the dirt. It's your privilege, not an asset you all get to abuse like whichever whore you decide to knock up this week."</span><br/><br/>With that, Cromir walked away, the group converging on the idiot that Cromir offered up as proof, asking their own questions and testing out the man's new scars. He marched back over to the two women and the sleeping idiot. Cromir loomed overhead and guesstimated the condition of the man for a moment before speaking up.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"If he ain't gonna die and nothing's broken, you can leave him with the rest. So he knows who won that fight," </span>Cromir said, reaching down and pulling Mae to her feet, ripping the bandages off her arm.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"I see any kind of mark by the time you're done with her, we'll go right back to that pole and I'll add my mark where I first thought about adding it." </span>With that, Cromir thrust Mae's arm towards Braiya, crossing his own arms and waiting for her to work her magic.