Braiya stood proudly, watching Cromir try to find a weak point on the body of the two males. As proudly as one could with her shoulder feeling somewhat numb now. She knew he would find none, but did her best to stand motionless, watching the him at his game, poking about the healed wounds.  She took her time to glance around, always one to take in the her surroundings and the people going about, even so much as gauging their reaction to what she had just done. Most seemed surprisingly intrigued, which was new for her. Even Cromir seemed impressed once she sorted though his brutal sarcasm, another language in it own at times.   This ability was one of the main reasons she was given to Cromir, but for this simple healing to be held in such awe was interesting to her.  Mae even looked at her differently now, nervous eyes on her as Cromir shoved her closer.<br/><br/>Being that it was not her own body, Mae's life was no where near in danger like the other two, and the wounds were caused by Braiya herself, healing the girls arm was child's play.  It took little effort to join the shallow torn flesh on the fresh wound, leaving nothing on her arm.  "It's ... warm." Mae said softly, touching her arm, bending it and rubbing her hand across where the stripes had been. "It will fade." Braiya responded, giving her a look as though she wouldn't hesitate to do it again.  It was amusing, toying with her mind, staring her down until the girl looked away.  Braiya knew Mae had loyalties to the other woman and to Cromir to sort already, but finding a place for Braiya to fit among that was a task Braiya was determined to make very easy or very hard for her.  She herself knew she needed to make a place for herself before nay idea of escape could be entertained with any modicum of success.<br/><br/>Glancing at Cromir, Mae shifted into another gear, realizing the task at hand. The longer she stood ogling her own arm, the longer Braiya stood there unshackled. With a nod to Cromir, whether he watched or not, she quickly returned the shackles to Braiya's wrist.  Braiya had managed a good stretch or two before doing this, flinching on reflex at the faint tenderness in her shoulder.  it too was warm, but was fading less quickly than Mae's.  Once Braiya was bound again, Mae held her arm out for Cromir to inspect.  "There is no pain." She left it for him to see that there was no mark. Even an old scar from a stray skinning blade was now gone.