Fiona wasn't about to reject the healing from Vaeri. Her sword arm had become more or less useless from the damage it had taken in the fight, and she was little use to the group without it. Allowing Vaeri to heal her, she found that same warm, painless sensation flowing into her limb, the damage soon completely healed, and she twisted her hand and fingers about when it was done, testing it, and finding that she had her strength back. Nodding her thanks to Vaeri, she looked around quickly, to find that the fighting was winding down, and that they could get to freeing these people soon. Sana appeared to be distraught about something, but... perhaps it was best to allow her some distance?

At Vaeri's question, Fiona actually laughed softly, trying to avoid letting the sound carry far. In addition, laughing too loudly would certainly put a strain on her torso, which was going to have some decent bruising soon. "That was skill, was it?" she said, looking skeptical. "If it hadn't been for the distraction of your spell, I think I'd have died. I think I've a long way to go before I can call myself skilled." Vaeri was at least somewhat right, though. For a simple farm girl, Fiona handled herself better than most would in a fight.

"There was an old swordsman in my village, though. Said he used to be a knight, though I don't know if I ever believed him. He showed me a few things when I could sneak away, got me started. After that... well, I think it's the bruises and cuts that teach me the most." She had a tendency to learn things the hard way, and supposed it was lucky none of those things had killed her yet.

"Come on," she said, gesturing with her head towards the prisoners. "We can talk while we help." She started off towards those captured by the slavers, feeling more steady now that she'd caught her breath. "What about you? Where'd you learn to fight with that axe?" She had to admit it wasn't the weapon of choice she'd have guessed for a woman of the cloth, but clearly she wielded it quite well.