She eyeballs the panthress. "That's a hell of a story," she finally says, walking over; gently laying a hand on the feline's stomach to feel the last of the shadow disintegrating and, if being entirely honest, to feel how soft the fur was. "I'm not one to judge, of course. And of course you an use the staff for the sake of those smaller lizards, might be nice to have someone on our side while we try to get back through the jungle to our pickup ship. Gods know nothing else around here will be." Her mind already turning to practicalities, she concentrates and sends to their patron;<span style="font-style: italic">Mission Accomplished, I think.</span>