((sorry for fuck long.))<br/>Elta was tired. Her strong muscles started to atrophy from her time in captivity and she was just generally  worn out. She was grateful for her traveling companions for their help , but exhaustion was exhaustion- and the Exorcist was clearly exhausted.  The effort from casting the  blessing on to her companions weapons drained her.<br/><br/>Normally the blessing would be second nature , something that took minimal effort and put very little strain on the towering woman.   In her weakened state,  the effort of healing here and there , placing blessings and  the rather stressful and  exhausting task of  dismantling the herzou , left Elta a shell of her former self.  None of this was helped of course by the fact she hadn’t seen the sun in weeks. Maybe months even. She had lost tract of time down here and wanted nothing more then to feel the soothing warmth of Pelor once again.<br/><br/>So after her companions weapons start to glow with holy light…Elta’s eye-lids start to feel heavy. She fights the oncoming assault of sleepiness, shaking her head and opening her eyes wider.  She watches the scene unfold until the weight of her eyelids becomes too much.  After a few seconds she  convinces herself  to just rest her eyes for a few moments. Just a rest she promises her self. Her eyes slowly close as  as she see’s Gajol running headlong into the ‘priest.’  .   Elta’s mind immediately returns to the land of Technicolored happiness she had created for her self while being tortured.  She frolicked in meadows of poppies and bathed in sunlight within her mind as the battle raged in front of her.<br/><br/>She was more or less oblivious, deep in sleep with a small smirk of happiness  plastered onto her lips, she’s oblivious to the goings on. She misses Mineras’s  Polymorph, and sadly misses the blithering ‘rawrs’ and blehs’ escaping the polymorphed blood mage. She misses Gajol injure her self severely, and Aya’s rant on the abundance of the demoinic. She awakes with a start as  Falameezar screams to heal Mineras’s feeblemindedness.<br/><br/>Elta’s eyes shoot open as she surveys the room.  It wasn’t that she registered that the raised voice was meant for her - more so the loud tone startled her from her deeply imbedded frolicking.  She looks around , shaking her head to remove the cobwebs. She spies two warrior women on the ground,  seemingly in pain. Aya slumping down in exhaustion…and Minera ..in dragon form…derping.<br/><br/>She’d smile to her self if the situation wasn’t so dire ..and more or less all her fault. She glares at Falameezar . Sniffing sharply in indignant disrespect- sure..she fell asleep, but she had ZERO patience for thoes callous enough to order her around or address her as 'Priest' or "Cleric'.<span style="color: darkorange">“ She ..”</span>Elta points at Minera who was more or less ‘fine’ except for the whole derp factor<span style="color: darkorange">“Will live..” </span>Elta pushes off from the door way she was resting against yawning deeply. “<span style="color: darkorange">This one.” </span>she narrows her eyes and pushes Janna to the side. She kneels in front of Gajol and winces.  This was more or less her fault. True she hadn’t tried to fall asleep, but it happened none the less and now the poor warrior was in agony.<br/><br/>Elta leans down, her sun-dyed dreadlocks covering her face as she looks to the other woman. Worried at the extent of the injuries and knowing Dragonkin weren’t known for their unwavering patience , Elta places a hand on Gajols chest, raising a brow and sheepishly offering a very quiet<span style="color: darkorange">“I’m sorry…” </span><br/><br/>Elta is more or less sure Falameezar will have -something petulant and obnoxious to say if she continued to let the visage of a dragon kin be sullied by perpetual derp-dom, so she tries her best to split her efforts. Her hand starts to glow atop Gajols chest, as warm, golden light pours over her fingers, knowing the attention won’t do much to aid Gajol yet, but it should hopefully ‘take the edge off.’.<br/><br/>Before Falameezar can open his mouth and complain again, Elta raises her hand high in the sky, and starts to chant once more. Her entire body starts to eminent with a golden light and the polymorphed mage does as well.   Elta’s body shakes and tremors from the combined effort, the exhaustion hitting her again square in the jaw- but this time she manages to keep her eyes open and resist sleep.<br/><br/>(( Cast Feat-Sacred Healing- On Gajol, and Heal on Minera))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>