Aeryn is beside Xen at once, rooting in her medical bag, saying loudly "Mistress, this is a sedative, she will be very compliant!"  and whispering to her lover "Nothing of the kind, simple wound dressing, relax."  And very gently pressing the fingers of both hands to the half-Elf's face, not even muttering words for a spell, simply Layingof hands to the wound...a shimmer of heat about pale fingers, a shimmer that flows into the bruise.<br/><br/>The pain eases at once, the swelling will take a bit longer, but within minutes the injury looks much better.  "Your axe is right here beautiful, for the love of the Gods, don't grab for it!"  She tugs a clean cloth out of her bag, splashes a clear liquid on it, dabs at Xen's face, cleaning filth and blood away.  "Alcohol, hold still, you've felt worse!"  And then bends down and carefully picks an unbruised spot on a cheek, kisses it, her lips lingering against skin she thought she would never kiss again.  "She's not a damn Drow!"  The healer hisses urgently.  "Made up to look like one, that's all.  Merciful Heavens, you are one stubborn bitch, once you get an idea in your head, that's it!"<br/><br/>But her eyes are dancing.  Xen, her Xen is back and safe.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Laying on hands healing, 1 HP, will do more if required.</div></div>