Aspel/Ari/Mag/(Drake?/Kiernan?/Rictor?)/Open~
How they'd all managed to get out of the caves in one piece, Mag wasn't sure, but certainly they had Ari to thank. Without the other Ordalian's buffs and heals, their odds against the undead army inside the caves would have been quite a bit worse. Yet they had all emerged unscathed, barring a few scratches. Mag was pretty sure even the heroes in adventure novels didn't fare quite as well in combat as they had today.
Just as she was wondering where Aspel had got off to, Mag saw someone shamble towards them. She recognized Aspel at once, and ran to her friend's side. She was covered in blood, and there was a broken blade sticking out of her shoulder. "Ajora on a cracker." Mag swore, and began to cast Cure on her friend. "Are you all right? How bad are your wounds?" If she could walk, they must not be as severe as they looked. Back when Aspel still used her Fell Knight abilities, Mag had had to drag her half-unconscious body away from battle more than once. This time she was at least moving on her own; small mercies.
Mag moved so Aspel could drape her uninjured over her shoulders. Even if she could walk, she would probably welcome the help. "Let's find a healer to take a look at those wounds."