Letting out relieved sighs, Ambrose and Natasha glanced in the direction the declaration had come from to find familiar faces approaching.
"You guys look terrible." Ana teased in her usual tone as she approached them with Lionel and Marcus trailing closely behind.
Taking a deep breath, Ambrose inquired. "Can you…"
"Heal her?" Ana finished, cutting him off in the process.
"Yes."
"Tis but a simple matter." As she spoke, she came to crouch before Natasha.
"Hi," Natasha muttered.
Flashing a warm smile, Ana muttered. "You might want to stifle your Antimagic so it doesn't interfere with the healing."
"Alright."
Natasha quickly did as instructed before Ana reached out and waved a palm over the stump that remained of her severed left arm.
She let out a stifled groan but persevered as the arm slowly reconstructed.
Meanwhile, Marcus and Lionel were already standing close by, regarding the duo with keen eyes.
