Rot. Dry bones. Rusted blades. Bone dust. Ash. Blood. Teanna stood in shock on the floor as the fighting went on above and around her, unable to draw a single movement of her body to aid. Then the ancient undead skeleton struck Maria behind her, spilling the Pyrothurgist's blood on her already crimson skin, staining her shirt and cloying her hair. That snapped her out of it and the tiefling scurried to take hold of Maria, easing her down and holding her hand. Drawing unknown courage from untapped sources, Teanna swallowed hard and began to softly chant to Maria's ear, words charged with soothing magic flowing from one to the other, enveloping the woefully injured human<span style="color: #ff00ff">"Don't die, please. Don't die. You are among friends. We will... we will get you out of here alive, just... just don't die. Please!"</span>Again and again she chanted, tears building in the tiefling's eyes, human tears flowing down crimson skin only to drip onto the human below. She kept chanting close to Maria's head, sobs mingling with the minor arcane magic she issued.<br/><br/>Teanna did not notice the fight ending and only when Igney loomed over them and started using his own holy magic. She took a moment to look around, tears still staining her skin and clouding her vision. No one else was severely injured, no one else on the precipice of death, not even the chubby merchant. The relief in her chest sent new waves of tears, joyous ones this time and the little tiefling smiled and hugged Maria close to her breast, the other able to now hear the thumping and racing heart of the fellow adventurer.<span style="color: #ff00ff">"Thank the fates, merciful gods. Thank you. Thank you. Igney... thank you. &lt;sob&gt; thank you."</span><br/><br/>Once all was done and the chamber secured, Teanna moved from one adventurer to another to check on their state, giving a warm smile of relief that even the merchant survive the unholy ambush.<br/><br/>She stood back to let the more combat proficient decide on the course to follow now, taking the time to remove the bloodied shirt and wipe her hair with it, turning it into a sticky, icky mess in the end but at least she would not reek of spilled blood.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>