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As soon as the tentacles slither back to whatever horrific pocket dimension they call home, Mel emerges cautiously once again.
The wizard's body lies on the floor, covered with the wounds of their fight: burns, cuts, arrow wounds, and finally the constriction of the tentacles he himself conjured. That was Greater Invisibility, as he used burning arc and remained invisible. It was cast 1 round before the black tentacles, so he should become visible again moments before they vanish.
She looks down upon him, feelings tumbling through her head and heart:
Relief, to be alive.
Sorrow, at Túrion's fate.
Thankfulness, for Ostara's blessing during the fight.
And that is all. She puzzles over this. It feels as though she is missing something. Something she should be feeling and is not; but it evades her, and after a moment she shakes her head, dismissing the concern.
"Kelian, help me take him into the null magic zone, please," Mel says, gesturing to the wizard. "If the Council checks in on him with divination magics, I want those to fail. Let them wonder what became of him. Or even better, let them waste resources on an expedition to discover his fate, after we are long gone."
Together, they haul him into the hallway where magic holds no sway, and leave him there for later inspection.
Returning to the main chamber, Mel says "Laeg nél,Throid tú go cróga. Lig dom tú a leigheas ..."
Approaching the great wolf, she takes out her healing supplies and begins binding her wounds, chanting a quiet prayer of thanks to Ostara under breath as she works, hands aglow with pale green foxfire.
Heal: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (3) + 18 = 21
Nelly regains 5*HD hit point (25, I believe) and heals 4 ability score damage if any.
The wolf keeps nudging at her as she works. "What's this?" Mel asks. She finishes, and reaches for the satchel Nelly was so persistently nudging at, opening it and examining its contents.