Gabby needed to get back to the men before she could make any final finishes on the plan, so there wasn't much talking as they walked along the pathway back. "I can help... a little.. but you'll be putting most of your faith in the males." She forewarned as she finally made it to the edge of the forest where she had left the two males. The red haired priestess was quite shocked to no only see the formally unconscious male awake, but also standing. She took the witch by the hand without so much as a forewarning and pulled her over. "She will help you." She knew not the witch's name and honestly she really didn't care. "She is not like the others, and lives in isolation. It is the only other place I can think of. We go no where near her home. I will give you and the rest of your men time to recover. Good luck finding Lance." She looked at the male standing and looked at the manner of his right arm. "May I?" She asked. Figuring it broken, if not at least shattered. She closed the distance between the two and rest her hands upon his arm. He had done quite a number, from what she felt. She knew she was causing him a bit of pain, but it was necessary.<br/><br/>Again, she could fix the bones, but the pain would only subside, slightly. A warmth would emit from her hands. Soft fingers hosting up and down the skin of his arm. He would probably feel movement in his arm. An odd thing. Nerves shifting and bones righting themselves as they were. Again her hand grew searing hot and she bit back the pain and pulled her hands away when no more could be done. There was a look of minut pain on her face, but her hands cooled down rather quickly. "Your useless with a broken arm." She plainly stated before blue orbs looked to the witch. "You will take them?" She asked once more.