Aravi went her way to help Vera, but she didn’t require healing from anyone. Not when she could heal herself. She was grateful, of course, but she’s always been able to help herself out. This was no exception.
Her black armor was able to prevent any serious injuries made by a blade or a weapon but her arms had a few new cuts and bruises, her arm felt numb and with pain and she also felt tremendous pain in the back of her shoulder that collided with the ceiling of the cavern’s chamber. One moment and she cried out in pain.
Its dislocated, she realized. She could heal her entire body, but she would have to apply some more direct treatment to her shoulder.
Grabbing hold of her injured left wrist with her right hand and gnashing her teeth against the agonizing feeling, Vera moved with all her strength, hoping the injured shoulder would pop back into place. Thanks to her strength and knowledge, she'd been asked more than a few times by guild members from the Fighter’s Guild in her early years to re-socket dislocated limbs. While it was a simple procedure, it required amazing amount of torque to work properly, and she saw that she simply couldn't obtain leverage she needed to perform the maneuver on herself. By this time Aravi had rushed to Kayla’s aid, and Vera didn’t want to interrupt.
Still stubborn as ever Vera, she chided herself. I can do this, just like that one time I fell off that slope in Skyrim . . .
Grunting and sweating from her pain, she decided that she would have to take more extreme measures. Lowering herself to a sitting position on the ground, she stretched forward and bent her knees so she could grab the wrist of her injured arm securely between her ankles. She took a deep breath, then thrust her legs straight while throwing her torso backward.
She yelled as the shoulder snapped back into the socket with a very audible pop. The immediate jolt of pain was beyond excruciating; it took every bit of strength she had to keep from going unconscious. As it was she simply lay on her back, pale and shivering from the ordeal. But that was done, and now she would reward herself with her arcane powers given to her during her time in Solstheim during the Great Hunt.
Both of her hands glowed with radiating light as the spell began to do its work. Within seconds she could feel her body's own natural healing properties beginning to kick in with response to the spell. The blood flowing from her wounds began to clot. More important, the spell dulled the pain from her swollen knee and injured back, healing it completely and also allowing her to now walk and breathe more freely.
Thank Hircine for small favors . . .
She looked at Aravi from afar and smiled. "Can you hear me? If so, then you have nothing to worry about. As long as itts still functional, right?"
She cracked her neck from side to side. "I'm just about ready to leave this cave."