Audrey was okay, and the ghost was defeated -- or, at least, exorcised out of the doll's body. Merri let out a huge sigh of relief and, at Miles' insistence, began the short incantation for Fire and set it upon the doll.
Once it was set aflame and his heart had just started to slow its rhythm back to a normal pace, he suddenly felt the sharp stab of pain of his stab wound from earlier, and worry set in as he gripped his chest: he hadn't thought to Cure it yet, and in a dusty house such as this, it must surely be infected by now.
"Cormac!" he called to the white mage. How lucky he was that he was here! He pulled his hand away to show the wound. "Do you think it's infected? It must be. Oh Faram, please don't tell me it's too late to prevent gangrene!"