[Sage]

Jeanne's breathing hitched as the demon approached her, and she flinched as his hand moved; expecting the sudden pain to be more wounds, the theurge was surprised - and confused - to find an almost-healed scab instead.

When Na'lasa turned away, she took the opportunity to stand up and run back to the relative safety of the APC, where she found a trowel but no shovel of a decent size.

"Fee, can you-" Jeanne began, about to ask her to hold the Wrath Sword for her while she dug a grave, when she realized that her friend wasn't moving. Carefully she set down the weapon and went to the psychic, shaking her shoulders.

"Can you hear me, Fee?" Jeanne was relieved to feel a heartbeat - she didn't want to bury two bodies - but that didn't mean her friend was okay. Opening a pouch at her side, she withdrew a small canteen of water and unscrewed the cap.