She would need her best skills to heal herself first.  This was the main reaosn for her choice.  Selfish, but she allowed it for herself, considering her circumstances. Whether or not the other men had lasting damage or ugly scars was not her priority.  Braiya concentrated the moment she had begun walking to the pole, forcing herself into a semi trance. Cromir's words were her, but she simply nodded obediently in response, not form any new found respect, but because of the semi trance she was allowing herself to fall into.The world greyed out, all voices but Cromir's surprisingly soothing baritone were blocked from importance in her mind.  She could not reach a place of solitude, but she reached the first rung, so that the fist cut of blade into her flesh produced little more than a pent up sigh from parted lips. Her small frame tensed immensely, but soon relaxed, shoulder and cheek pressed to the pole.<br/><br/>There was no way she could stay this way for long, needing to conserve her strength for the healing she need to do after the branding.  As the blade work moved down her back, small moans could be heard as she occasionally lost her focus.  healing her self as she was being cut upon was a trial or her skills in itself.  The blood could not be stopped, but the severity of the scar could be molded, so that when it was fully healed it would be a smooth piece of art work on her tan skin.  If one could look closely behind the streams of blood, her own work could be seen as flesh on a finer scale mended, following Cromir's blade by a few seconds.  She increased the healing, starting with the pain, then knitting flesh together.<br/><br/>By the time he was done, she was sweating, the strip of material that bound her breast now lay at her feet, and she was panting heavily.  Mae retied her top and started with a salve and a bandage. It caught the blood, but she didn't bother telling her it was not that necessary.  She let her work so she didn't have to, slowly bringing her self back to the moment.  The trance lifted like a foggy curtain and she turned to focus on Cromir.  No one would notice how much she'd managed to heal herself, until Mae attempted to change the bandage later in the day.<br/><br/>Cold eyes lingered on Cromir, but he said little more than, "As you say." and moved to the men, flexing her ore arm to test her reach without causing sting pain.  Healing others was ten times easier than healing herself, especially while in the process of being injured.  She had confidence this would be a simple, yet tedious task, when she lay eyes on their condition.  They would continue to sleep for at least a half day after her magic pushed their body into over load, but it was no matter to her.  She tugged at the first man, gripping him with her good arm and adjusting his body flat.  Mae saw what she was doing and helped her with the second man, after an admonishing little huff.<br/><br/>The first one was a little shorter than the other male and had more visible injuries.  Gently she touched her hands to his face.  Shattered jawbone, a swelling in his spine at the base of his neck, broken ribs, a few broken fingers.  The list was endless, but over all not too bad. It was not required to lay hands on the wound to heal it, but it made it easier.  He groaned in pain as she touched his jaw, but she worked quickly, shushing him as she concentrated on her task.  Working her way down his entire body, with Mae helping her remove clothing in spots for her to reach the flesh, she managed to mend the major damage to both flesh and bone. As with her shoulder, he would need a couple of hours before he was full strength again. It did not take her long to get him to a point where his life was no longer in danger, the male becoming fully conscious halfway through.  He had lewd words for her as she worked her way down his body, her task putting her in compromising position over him, but both her and Mae ignore them.<br/><br/>It took much longer for the second man and she cursed herself for not doing him first.  His lungs were punctured and he'd suffered a lot of bleeding inside.  Had she waited longer he would have died.  Her concern was for her own life, not his, should the patient she was ordered to heal die on her.  She manged to stop the bleeding and repair the punctured lung.  The gurgling, raspy, labored breathing calmed to a light pant, just as his moaning slowed, though he did not regain full consciousness.  She let him sleep while she worked down his form.  Mae looked at her uneasily, but Braiya shook her head.  "He is well.  His body is working hard. He needs sleep.  He will be fully recovered when he wakes up in a couple of hours."