Braxon was barely conscious when Arya joined him in the crevasse to inspect his leg. At first glance it was not pretty, what looked like just a break earlier was actually a compound fracture. The bone of his leg sticking through the calf and boot he wore. He let out a grunt of pain and writhed a little as Arya used her medical skills to set the bone and splint the leg...followed by a sigh of relief as she cast cure wounds upon him. The soft tissue of his calf muscle and skin knitting back together before disappearing entirely. An added benefit was that the pain was dulled quite a bit.<br/><br/>"Thank you..." he said weakly...he made a move to stand, but as soon as he put a bit of weight on his leg the pain flared to life and he was floored again. "Shit...I can't put weight on it....I...we're not far. you guys will have to carry me."