It'd been a while since Alleyana had been stabbed like this. It wasn't a sensation she'd missed, to say the least, but it was one she'd felt before. She'd immediately gotten up onto a knee, intending to lunge to her feet--

Ah. A healer?

"Do it," Alley grimaced, but she held still. Her singular hand was still gripping her crackling mace. The scarred elf's other arm ended just below the elbow in a flat metal bar with a shield bolted to it. Neither arm lifted to interfere, as so many would have done by sheer reflex. Nope, let the healer yank it out, like a good patient. "I've had worse."