Albali staggered when the second arrow struck her, and - glancing up and seeing the fight was drawing to a close, she let herself fall the rest of the way to her knees. Blood stained her fingers when she pulled them away from the fresh wound. She'd hold - better than her spells would, anyway. She had to restrain herself from the instinct of sending her Patron's healing coursing through her body, and just snapped the shaft off the second as well before carrying on with what she'd started, crawling the rest of the way toward that halfling. She'd never really had an appetite for anything beside those lovely gnomes (well, and as embarrassing as it might be, she couldn't lie to herself - sometimes she was just absolutely peckish for goblins), but as bizarre as she thought it was, there was a fitting, ironic logic to her fellows' habit of scarfing down defeated enemies. It seemed 'cleaner' somehow to spill their blood back into the earth as she had with that ruined elf, but gobbling down these cultists would do her some good -now-. Her goddess, too, would doubtless find it fitting that so many of the cult found their end in that they seemed to offer others. As long as it didn't become too much of a habit.<br/><br/>Before he could wake, Albali shoved the halfling's head into her mouth and began swallowing. It was more mechanical than enjoyable, but at least she didn't feel like vomiting the way she had the one time she tasted a dwarf. Perhaps this time she would take Kaheksa's offer of healing, and save the charges on her wand. Xarithe didn't seem the worse for wear - at least he wasn't any odder than usual. It seemed like he was almost on colleagial terms with that kitsune, even if she hadn't listened in on the conversation, but doubtless the bull would pummel some sense into the situation.<br/><br/>Ain finally swooped in, now that the battle was over. For all his bluster and churlishness, he recognized Albali's wounds for the severity they were, and there were no cawing I-told-you-so's. His landing on her cowl rather than her shoulder was far from helpful, as was his insistence that she heal herself immediately, but she'd spent his lifetime teaching herself how to ignore him, and put it to use now, only brushing him aside when he made it harder for her to manage the halfling.