[b][color=#a4161a]"But you'll live. Let's close you up, then you can catch a nap."[/color][/b]

[color=ec008c][b]"Oh, I will live alright! [/b][/color] Deviant was her voice when she said that, as if telling the Death itself to scram. However, the next thing that happened was Jazdia biting one of the rolled bandages as the needle dived in and out of her flesh. Yvonne was so focused on ensuring the wound was properly sutured she didn't notice Jazdia's mild twitching and grimacing, probably regretting some of her choices in life while at it, or perhaps reconsidering if this entire quest was worth it. 

Or She might have also been wondering if she should have brought a stronger anesthetic...

[b][color=#a4161a]"Phew! All done. Sparky, you still awake? Sit up a bit, will you?."[/color][/b]

[color=ec008c]"I am awake. Is it done?"[/color] Letting the bitten bandage fall, Jazdia moved her palm from her face when she heard the not-so-glorious announcement. It was the first time she did not frown when Yvonne called her with that name. 

[b][color=#a4161a]"Still gotta bandage you. Then we're finished for real"[/color][/b]

Trying to square her shoulders, the elf pushed her body up and sat straight. The drug was still blocking the pain, but she could feel her then-severed muscles touching and the grating sensation from the threads. It was unpleasant, but seeing no more blood dripping from the wound was relieving. 

[color=ec008c]"Sure, but let me do my bit, hand me one of those gauze pads."[/color]

After Jazdia applied what looked like a sticky piece of white clothes, Yvonne leaned forward to wrap her torso with a bandage. Her relatively shorter overall stature brought their face so close to each other, and Jazdia, with no reason in particular, pecked the noblewoman on the cheek. 

Chuckling, the elf took the roll from her and continued the wrapping. [color=ec008c]"I told you let me do my bit. Don't worry, I still owe you one after this." [/color]