"Aw hell."  Aeryn mumbles... and belts her lover a good one, screeching "I said lay still!"  The healer scrambles up on her knees straddling the elf and grabs the axe, flipping  it aside - but not too far.  Just in case the goblins don't buy the show.  Then she pins Xen's wrists to the ground with her hands, leaning on them, dipping her head, tenting their faces with her long bright hair.  "Sorry sorry, I know I had to."  She kisses the forming bruise, a pulse of heat dulls the pain a bit.  "I don't have to, ah, exactly lay hands on someone to heal them, you know."<br/><br/>