"I'm not sure that we have much of a choice whether or not we're qualified to handle this situation," Celara says, idly running her fingers through the grain as the group begins to go look into the hole. "We can't exactly just leave things as they are right now as much as we might wish it. I can't claim to be able to provide much help during an active fight, but I have been trained as a healer. So I should be able to patch up any wounds that we might sustain if we encounter more of these creatures." Perhaps against her better judgment, she waits until the others are preoccupied staring into the darkness and then dumps a handful of the grain into her mouth.