Personally, the blonde nun just wanted to curl up in her room in the Guild and get some actual sleep despite having been in a coma since the dragon attack. Coma's do not actually give the body any form of rest despite popular belief, especially not when said coma had been caused by her having taken on so much strain to her body, magically and physically speaking.
That was another reason the doctors had forbidden her from taking on any jobs for the time being, so as to ensure that her body was fully healed from all the injuries and wounds that she had taken upon herself during that battle.
Neither of her legs weren't up to snuff right now, her breathing could be better and her left arm still had several hair-line fractures that, even with her bodies recovery rate due to the training and extended use of her Stigmata magic, would still take time to heal and mend. They'd also told her to not use any of her Holy Stigmata magic for a while as well, just in case she suffered a relapse by taking on too much strain to her body.
She'd never felt so fragile as she did now, as she sat in her wheelchair in one of the parks that had been restored. Unable to do anything to help others in case she fell into another coma, unable to even do her work as a mage either.
At best right now she could do clerical work for the Guild, which she was thankfully surprised to see had not managed to pile up tremendously in her absence, although she had a sneaking suspicion that she was soon to see more than enough paperwork to keep her busy for some time to come.
Kiersa let off a soft sigh before she looked out at the smiling faces of the nearby children playing in the park on the various bits and pieces of equipment. "It... was... worth... it..." she said softly, her voice still not fully returned to her yet.