The ring's glow would dim, but Erel would still feel it thrumming with power... though it didn't necessarily seem to be keyed to<em>Zyrah</em>, just restrained magic. When she returned to the apothecary, the priest harrumphed, smiling as he looked at Erel. "Good job killing that beastly bird. Nice to see you didn't make more work for<em>me</em>, either. Your girl is awake, though."<br/><br/>The blonde woman, while she looked tired and had a number of battle scars, nodded to the drow weakly, smiling as she spoke. "Thank you for the rescue. That would have been a most unpleasant death, and they'd spent all night talking about it in front of me."