Her bones felt like they were on fire. Crackling and turning black for every moment they stayed in this spot. She had all the desire to run far from this spot but stayed as still as she could after Eibhear had ordered them too. Instead she was healing those wounds which were large enough to be worries and could not simply be bandaged. She should have been tired now, after that long climb, after the spell in which seemed to pour from her very soul. She had no idea what she'd done exactly. It'd moved like fire, fell like water, and crashed like thunder. It was nothing that came from a book, nothing recorded or believed.
The study of holy magic was that of the unbelievable. The unrecorded. But most of her arsenal was prayer that took familiar forms. Ones that the temple mothers had shown her, or other priestesses had done before. Simple healing, strong protection, strong healing, and those orbs that seemed to explode when they touched that which was unholy. She'd seen those, and she had never seen this. Still she healed. Still she felt the fire.
She wanted to move, but she knew that sometimes it only took a few weak moments before faith was renewed, and most of them seemed to need the break.
"Give them a moment." She said softly, trying not to yell another order. "They need it." She probably needed it herself, and still she stood. She finally placed the staff back over her shoulder into his leather casing, and went to pick the pebbles out of the caked blood on her hands. Where would they go now? Still after the King's mission, or back to the opening.
Now that the battle was over, and the rush of the moment was subsiding she felt the ache in her wrists and the throbbing pain in the palm of her right hand. From her pack she produced a white bandage and with her back mostly to them she began to wrap her own hand in it. It seemed like a waste of her powers to heal her own hand right now. The cuts were not so deep, and really only hurt because she had been climbing, and crawled through dirt before wielding her staff. They could barely clean wounds here. Her hand, like many of their other smaller cuts would have to wait until they were above ground again.