<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/597972275559530517/599775603046219797/Death_Freya.png)</div>Freya hated this part of setting bones. Having to push or pull them back into place cause agonizing pain, and Freya hated to be the cause of such pain.<br/><br/>But it was all to promote proper healing, and save the arm. So Freya used her purple tendrils of smoke, and pull the pieces of McCree's broken arm back into place. Freya then proceeded to seal the break until the point it was almost completely healed. It would still need support for a few days, but McCree's lifestyle was so hectic it was safer to have the arm almost healed then to leave it with just being set. But this also meant that she would have to deal with a margin of the injury afflicted upon herself. Tho she didn't feel the pain, she could feel the heat begin in her arm as she did so, the scar that would be left on McCree's bone was now also Freya's to bear. But she would never tell anyone that this was the cost for her magic.<br/><br/>"Okay, almost done. I'm going to rub this on your arm to relieve the pain, then splint and wrap your arm to secure it." In truth, the likelihood of McCree reinjuring his mostly healed arm was moderate, but she wasn't about to risk a rebreak.<br/><br/>Freya set about rubbing her ointment on the man's arm gently, massaging it in to alleviate the leftover pain. Then she wrapped the arm in cloth, and wrapped that around McCree's neck and tied it off, securing the arm with McCree's own posture.<br/><br/>"Two days should be good as new. Try moving now." Freya smiled, her eyes lighting up with happiness. This was her calling. Healing others.