The Bunnerfly's wings had caught her in a few places causing nicks and grazes - mostly from her first unsuccessful attempts to catch the beast herself - but Marianne's focus was wholly on the creature rather than herself. Even the Wyvirrel landing on her shoulder was met with only a momentary turn of her head to check it wasn't another Bunnerfly.

"He's a little worse for wear." Marianne noted, bringing the starting of a healing spell to her hands. "But nothing that can not be fixed." She brought her fingers gently over the top of the Bunnerfly's wing, quietly hushing it as she did so and the magic started to take hold. "There we go, be careful on the brambles next time." She warned as she unwrapped the creature to let them free.