Isalisk watched with a tired stare as he cut through the creature effortlessly, and a burst of twirling light and mist was seen to gather around his form before it vanished into his shape. She did not know exactly what was going on with such, but she felt as if the very essence of the women that they were supposed to be freed was instead being trapped forever in a different kind of rest, and this brought a pain to her heart. At least in this end, they would not suffer even if it meant they would lose their identity, and so Isalisk felt her shoulders go limp as the cavern lightened up from the miracle of light.<br/><br/>Her hair hung all about her now, twinkling away from their blue hues as she sat in silence and continued to heave in from the exhaustion she was experiencing. "Good..." She said quietly, starting to push herself up and to her feet with her blade. It took a bit of effort, but eventually she was walking towards him and stopping at his side as she stared onwards at the mess of a battle they had performed. "What we did was good, yes?" She asked up to him, her silver eyes staring up at his features for a moment in thought. She was looking to him for some sort of guidance, as the guilt of hearing the women howl was starting to hurt her head in a flurry of emotions.<br/><br/>Those women could have been her in another life, or perhaps she could have been one of those wooden husks through the woods that they had witnessed. Their pain could have been her pain, and thus was not something to underestimate of under-think. "Perhaps we should leave, get outside before more horrors from these shadows decide to come to life." She said quietly, rubbing at her sword arm from a bit of soreness she had acquired from hauling the thing into the beast with one hand.<br/><br/>"Perhaps resting would be wise, for the witch is still out there and will most likely not be pleased to see her work destroyed." Her voice mentioned, looking off to where they had entered the chamber. "Perhaps she already knows."