"Out of this fight, sadly. With her wing and leg as it is, she can't keep up with us. She will have to either stay here, or if we can spare a healing spell for her wing, she can at least start back home. With that mountain as close as it is, I would feel a lot better with her not here."<br/><br/>He reached down and scratched his familiar's neck again. "Not your fault, Goldie, or yours Niara. No one could have made that thing pause. I am just grateful I only got smashed aside."<br/><br/>He helped Vorela up into his lap, ignoring that she was as big as he was, so she could get some food as well. They already knew she was the only family he had left, so no one would comment on how he treated her, especially since she was as much a member of the group as he was. He had paid for both room and board for at least a month for Vorela, since she clearly couldn't stay here. Jarod nodded and mentioned he would use a couple of his healing spells to help speed her healing, though he couldn't spare as many as it would take to fully heal her, at least two days worth of spells. Enough to get her wing healed so she could start back, and use her leg without pain for little things.<br/><br/>That taken care of, he stretched, and dug into what was left of his breakfast, not very hungry, even though they were two days of uninterrupted travel from their destination, though for them it would likely be a week of hacking their way through undead and demons. "Any changes to the basic plan of move silently and blast what notices us?"