The monstrous she/he-demons disappeared as suddenly as they came.  Kristina paused, ever so briefly, wondering what had changed to make them flee when it seemed that they had an advantage.<br/><br/>Then she rushed over to Miyo, the fallen drow.  Kneeling by the wounded brawler's inert form, Kristina flexed her long, slender hands.  Feeling the trance settling over her, her palms feeling hot as stones laid in the sun all day, Kristina laid her hands on Miyo's belly, humming a low musical note.<br/><br/>(Two Heal spells on Miyo. 16 HP each, I believe.)