[It seems to be over in a quick flash of gentle light, so much different than the magical sconces on the walls. Maria feels the relief flood through her - it doesn't totally heal the wound, but it does make it feel more like an old wound. One that has happened some time in the past, and had time to mend naturally, but still is a bit sore to the touch. She'll take the difference in feeling, when every movement doesn't hurt.] I think I can continue on like this. It is not fully healed, but it is easily managed now. [Then again, she's dealt with far, far worse before. Even running herself through with swords considered.]

Let's keep moving. Staying still will probably just let us freeze to death in place. I've seen enough corpses in the ice. [At least, she's pretty sure that's what those dark shapes were beneath the surface.]