<em>Did the enemy leave behind her soul on purpose? To do this to her? Why, oh, why had she never studied the gods and the  nature of undead more closely? These questions and more reel through the paladiness' mind as she kneels beside the gasping Snapdragon. After glancing back to Ceres, confusion in her expression as she hopes the priestess holds more knowledge of such things than herself, she looks back to the pained nymph, and, reaching out, takes the fey's free hand in her own, squeezing lightly and whispering softly.<br/><br/>"Snapdragon... what's happening? What do we need to do to help you?"</em>