<em>Rhianna and Alecto seem to accept her words at face value, but Alise watches the gnoll carefully as she speaks, her eyes deep and searching and she peers into the other girl's visage. She frowns a little, but if she detects anything wrong, she doesn't speak about it... for now.<br/><br/>The three follow her as they move through the foliage, none, even the elf, moving with a grace quite matching Celie's, at least in these natural settings. In fact, at one point, the cute little aasimar tripped over apparently nothing at all, but, as soon as one of her feet slipped from beneath her, Alecto had caught her, a small but genuine smile on her face at the endearing show of clumsiness.<br/><br/>When they finally reach the spot, Rhiannon smiles, viewing it all, undoubtedly, with the elven eye for natural beauty, appreciating both the functionality and the aesthetic value of the location. Alise, however, views it all with rather wide eyes, surprised by the beauty of the sun-dappled brook, the cool, peaceful shade under the trees, and the cute little campfire. Alecto merely watches her companions with somewhat detatched amusement. Rhiannon answers for the group.<br/><br/>"This should do quite nicely. Alise, could you....?"<br/><br/>The aasimar nods, and, after a quick incantation, all three find their wounds quickly beginning to close, though not all at once. An unusual spell for a cleric, but apparently one she prefers, in this situation.</em>