Yennefer's arm was healing, the flesh rejoining each other and the bones reconnecting to create a stable frame for it.
'Thank God I finished that spell on time…'
Since she knew she would not be conscious long enough to heal herself, Yennefer chanted a self healing, automated spell that worked while she was unconscious.
The only downside was that it was slower than her regular healing abilities.
Ash and Artie looked very relieved to see her standing, albeit a little mortified as well…
It was understandable, since she looked like a zombie…
Most of the elf warriors with her were standing at a respectable distance, only Durin was bold enough to come close.
He was the one currently supporting her.
"Are you sure you should be standing, Lady Artie? You nearly died, you should at least sit down." He begged, but Yen was not listening.
Artie and Ash were still in a deadly situation with the Wyvern after all, and this only happened because she was out of it.
