(Pardon my delays.  See it didn't exactly slow us down, though... now, for my dramatic re-enactment of the aforementioned events... well, I spent a nice vacation at -2 hit points there, now back to 17.)<br/><br/>Her blood-wet blade held back for another strike, Quitxi's skin smoulders as she lashes back at the magic-wielder.  She braces herself for one final strike, but his unexpected counterstrike catches the diminutive girl off-balance, and the flaming bolt between her breasts sends her sprawling back along the floor, her body landing in an awkward heap that indicates her lack of consciousness.<br/><br/>Smoke rises from her body in wisps as she shudders and goes slack... and when Sophie's hand meets her forehead, she snaps back to life with a gasping contortion, springing toward one corner with a wild-eyed stare-- no longer dying, she's shaking, flicking her eyes from Sophie to the battle in confusion before regaining a grasp of the mess that's left.  She accepts Sophie's hand with her empty one, giving it a gentle squeeze of thanks as she returns to her feet, staring up gratefully into the cleric's face.  "... thank you."  She winces a little, but seems almost entirely returned to health.