Just as she'd begun to drift off she felt each twinge of pain as her limbs were moved. A deep frown was set upon her face, her lips parted and wishing to speak to stay the pain but too weak to do so. She was aware enough to understand it wasn't malicious, whatever he was doing as he set her bones, but she couldn't stop the small whimpers that escaped her for the more painful movements.
Suddenly, though, it stopped. She managed to breathe a sigh of relief, relaxing as her hair was petted and Wesser's warm body pressed against her. It was enough comfort for her exhausted body to drift off to sleep again, her rest deep and thankfully free of nightmares of the dragon that had nearly killed her.
When she awoke at last everything felt stiff and sore, a few fiery tendrils of pain shooting through her whenever she dared move one of her healing limbs. With a gasp and hiss her eyes flew open. Startled to see that the man with wolves was with her she looked around the den in a moment of panic, breathing shallow. It was vaguely familiar, though, and certainly wasn't the pit she'd been dropped into before so she began to relax just as quickly.
"That wasn't a dream, was it?" she moaned, gulping past her dry throat as she lifted her good arm to cradle her throbbing head.