Scrambling to her feet, she mutters, "Reeking like a cesspit, barely able to walk, and covered in wolf blood. It's my birthday before last all over again- can anyone give me a hand and heal me? I can deal with the acid, my skin's tough enough to not get any more melted just from what's left, but I'd really like my hip to not feel mostly broken before we charge in." She pauses, and adds, "Anyone with prestidigitation, I'd be quite grateful if you cleaned me up a bit too, of course, but that can wait. We need to keep going and keep the pressure on, though, so they don't get the chance to set up defenses." She looks at the lizardman, seeing that the others have it well in hand, and nods rather than join in the beatdown.<br/><br/>[[Since this is occurring in Pseudocombat Time, it is the... round after next? TIME WARP]]