Jasmine survives, and makes a full recovery.

"She'll live." One of the healers told Cesar after they had taken Jasmine to the healing chamber. "She lost plenty of blood, but we're already working on tending to her wounds, especially the ones on her arm and leg."

"I hope she can make a full recovery." Cesar told the healer. "With her earning her freedom, I'm sure she has alot of catching up to do, when it comes to understanding how the world works."

"She will, in due time." The healer told him. "We've used a potion to start sealing the leg and arm wound closed. The rest of the healing process we will take it naturally. Many of her fans are positive that she may join your guild."

"So far, that is speculation." Cesar responded. "If anyone makes that decision, it'll be Jasmine herself."

Eventually, the healer brought him over to where Jasmine was being tended to. With the utmost care, the assistants had taken off her armor pieces, then her boots, so that they could tend to her cut calf. Cesar could see the blood spot where Ezilund's sword had cut through the leather, to cut through skin and muscle, then to the bandages that had been wrapped around the spot, as well as on her off-arm. At least her breastplate looks intact enough to be used again, but that would be for her to decide, of course. The skirt had also been removed, and set next to the breastplate. Therefore, Cesar got a good look at her leather bikini top, and matching panties.

"We used magic to heal her broken nose," the healer told Cesar, "to supplement the potion's work to help seal her other major wounds. Again, it will take her time to recover while her body replenishes the blood she lost in the battle."

"Understood." Cesar nodded to the healer. "You do not mind if I stay around, so that noone tries to kill her, while she rests?"

"Of course, Lord Cesar." The healer nodded with a smile. "We'll have some of the guards posted, as well."

"Thank you, good healer." Cesar responded with a smile.

Cesar found the comfort of a nearby couch to take, and watched the healers finish their work, and then cleaned up. So when they left, it was just him and Jasmine. Cesar stood up, and walked over to the Amazon/Northman hybrid, and stroked her body gently.

"C-C-Cesar..." Jasmine spoke softly, her eyes barely opening, but it was enough for her to see him.

"Jasmine." Cesar turned to see her face, which made her smile.

"Has Ezilund's family turned my inheritance over?" She asked him.

"They are finishing on doing that." Cesar responded to her. "The guild will hold it for safekeeping until you are ready to retrieve it."

"Oh thank you, Cesar." Jasmine smiled, speaking softly. "Now that I am free from the gladiator ranks, I want to keep my fighting skills sharp, and learn some new ones, as well."

"How do you plan to do that?" Cesar asked her.

"Well, Cesar," Jasmine spoke softly to him, "if there is space in the guild, then I want to join. You've seen my blacksmith works, and my leatherworking; and I can help on that, if you don't have someone like that already. I want to see the world, discover where my Amazon mother and Northman father came from."

"The guild has more than enough space to include you, Jasmine." Cesar responded.

"Oh, thank you, Cesar." Jasmine smiled, and leaned up enough to kiss him on the cheek, before she laid back down on the bed, and fell asleep.

Jasmine's recovery process was reasonably lengthy--a few days, to be exact. All the while, he relayed Jasmine's wish to join the guild to Janissa & Trini. So while Jasmine rested, the process of moving Jasmine's belongings from the Arena district, to the guildhouse took place. Her training dummies, archery targets, and crafting tools were also brought to the guildhouse, and placed in the workshop. When she was finally able to leave the healing temple, she cleaned herself up, and put on a suitable woman's dress, so that she & the guild could attend Ezilund's formal funeral. That was when she received her family's inheritance in a large chest. In return, Jasmine gave Ezilund's sons the weapons that were to be theirs, by his will. When all was said and done, and she said her goodbyes to everyone she knew in the district, she rode with Cesar to the guildhouse.