As the last cultist topples, heaving over her bulging belly, Albali rushes forward, even shouldering past Eiyre if necessary in her hurry to reach the ...elf, if that's what she still was. Albali barely even takes the time to point at Ain, still circling in the air, and whisper at him to mind the monstrous mantis and be certain its flight does not take warning back to their enemies. Thrusting an arm down the anti-druidess's still-hot throat, she makes a grab for Xarithe, catching his cloak to wrest him free where there is fresh air to breathe and she can use the soil and leaf-cover on the ground to blot him free of the stomach slime clinging to his body and clothes. He doesn't have to be completely out, though before she can clap her hands to his cheeks with a sudden, urgent motion. Her eyes widen, her tongue wags words that seem meaningless, and the warmth of the surrounding air is channeled through her fingers and into him in aggressive, sudden manner completely lacking in finesse.<br/><br/>"Fool man! What were you thinking?" The words sound surprisingly desperate for someone who only knew him for a few hours at most. She didn't give him a chance to investigate the expression hidden within her cowl, though; she turned away toward the next nearest wounded body. "Once per sunset for this," she stated, holding bared hands out of her sleeves, "so I shall save it for the rest of you, unless you insist, but I came prepared to patch up simple wounds like these." Reaching into her robes and the satchel beneath them, she fished out a slender ash wand and twisted it between her fingers.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Mechanics:</span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Healing on Xarithe: 1d8+4: 12 [1d8=8]<br/>And for whoever takes it:<br/>Cure Light Wounds Gorun: 1d8+1: 9 [1d8=8]<br/>Cure Light Wounds Turilia: 1d8+1: 9 [1d8=8] Errr... is the diceroller broken?<br/>Cure Light Wounds Ambrosia: 1d8+1: 3 [1d8=2] Nope. Jinxed Ambrosia<br/>Cure Light Wounds Eiyre: 1d8+1: 6 [1d8=5]<br/>Cure Light Wounds Sira: 1d8+1: 9 [1d8=8] Weird.<br/><br/>If I'm doing something wrong here, Sansuki, just let me know!</div></div></div><br/><br/>Once she's made her first round on those desiring healing, she offers a second taste of the wand - which is by all appearances more pleasant than what she did to Xarithe - until everyone is completely patched up. But it would not go completely unnoticed that she seems to be keeping a tally in her mind, as one who is used to remuneration for such services.