For the longest time, nothing was happening. Zel was doing everything he could to not think that Sigrun might actually die. The stone man had his head down and his eyes closed, wordlessly praying for some sort of miracle. He opened his eyes when he started to feel a sort of warmth building up around their (mainly Larea's) hands. A green light gathered around them and started moving closer to Sigrun's wound. It looked a lot like Sylph, when it came to color at least.<br/><br/>Zel could do nothing but stare now, his mouth slightly open. What was happening right now could probably be classified as a miracle. Zel looked down as a golden glow caught his attention. Some sort of light was making its way into Sigrun's wound. It was like a healing spell, but unlike any he'd ever seen before. The researcher in him would have loved to keep watching, but as the glow intensified he was forced to look away.<br/><br/>The light dimmed and Zel opened his eyes again. The first thing he saw was Larea, who looked exhausted. A tear escaped her eyes though she was smiling. Without warning, the poor girl suddenly collapsed, laying next to Sigrun. Speaking of their purple-haired friend, when Zel was sure Larea wasn't injured herself, he turned to look at the knight's wound.<br/><br/>It wasn't there. The wound which had previously threatened Sigrun's life had now completely disappeared. Zelgodis let out a sigh of relief; everyone was okay. True, Cethin had captured Sylph, but that would have to wait. They had three other spirits to worry about. Actually...<br/><br/>Zel turned to Ahmaht, who was currently the only one besides himself who was conscious. "Did you hear it too?" Zel asked. "Before they disappeared, Cethin called upon Umbra..." He gave pause for a moment. "I'd still like to take a look at that tablet," he said, "though I have a pretty good idea what it says." Zel wandered of briefly, looking down at the tablet and translating it easily. A slight smile touched his lips as his theory was correct. He wandered back over to Ahmaht.<br/><br/>"Well, I don't think any of us have a reason to stick around here. Shall we get these two someplace more hospitable?" In a rather ironic way, it was sort of convenient. There were two people who needed to be carried, and two people left conscious... It was also convenient that it wasn't he and Ahmaht who were the unconscious ones.