<strong>Caline Hunithundlin</strong><br/><br/>I mutter a bit as I reattach the door, removing splintering, breaks, and char-marks from them as I cast one minor repair spell after another.  I step aside, helping Sylphia take Christabel into the cab.  The girls had been with us through...how many worlds was it at this point?  Was this their second or third?  I shrug as I ask the half-elven warrior. "Is she going to be alright?  Ah, nevermind."<br/><br/>Turning, I glance at the things on the ground, but focus on the piling up of the bodies, pulling out my own holy symbol of silver, identical to Tahline's.  I murmur a soft prayer and snap my fingers, heating some of the oil to the burning point.  After that I turn, nodding to the others, before focusing on Tahline.  My fingers ran over the rents in her clothing, repairing them with a spell as I ask, concerned. "Are you alright, sis?  For a second there I was worried that he was going to kill you.  I mean...if it was dangerous, wouldn't it have been better to surrender?  We could have gotten out a bit later, you know that."