The glow coming from within Vaeri faded almost immediately after she finished off her foes. Divine Might, while a powerful spell, did not last long and she could only maintain it for about a minute as it stood. For several seconds, she just stood there catching her breath and watching. Fiona was leaning against a tree, her right arm torn and bloodied; Sana was crying over a dead man's body. The green dog-man had vanished into the forest before the fighting began in earnest and Drizzak was facing a mysterious woman who wielded two silver swords. Mostly confident that there wouldn't be any more combat in the nearby future, she shoves her axe back into her backpack, freeing up both hands to help with freeing the former captives and anything else she may need them for. Slowly, Vaeri limped over to her robe and picked it up off the ground. She placed her left hand on her thigh and healed up her leg before she walked over to Fiona.

"Allow me to heal your wounds," Vaeri said to Fiona, her right hand glowing gold. "I know you are about to say that I need it more, but I can't heal much more today. It would be better to get you back into top condition than to partially mitigate the damage I received. I'll be fine." If Fiona accepted the healing, then Fiona would fix her arm quickly, and still turned it down, well at least she tried. Maybe Lob or Drizzak would need the magic more. "So..." what was her name again? Scarlet? No, that was her keyword that was connected to, "Fiona. You appear to have be rather skilled with the blade despite being so young, who did you learn from?" Now probably was not the time for small talk, but Vaeri preferred it to waiting in silence on a battlefield with a complete stranger.