Tamrissa takes down her last plague bearer with a few slices of the Kurusunami. She brings the sword down to rest on top of the slush and goop spread across the ground around them, eyes wide from the after shock of battle. Her chin lifts as Fei inquires after her well being, olive eyes rolling up to his face.

“I am…okay,” she sighs and slowly sheathes her sword. “I could use a bath though…and maybe some sandpaper to get this disease off of me.”

She smirks faintly and touches the thick black ooze clinging like blackened honey to her hair and the side of her face. Her head turns as the ambush party comes spilling out of the portal. With another tired sigh, she looks back at Fei.

“Rest is a lack in our lives, isn’t it.”

The rain begins as she turns and jogs towards the heavily wounded company lying near the portal.

“Kawanua, Kanshisha…can you help Jharm and I carry the rest?” she calls as she reaches the bloody mess of her friends.

She looks down at Thisias, frowning and shaking her head. Her eyes go to where Kith and Zera lay, the scaly warrior passed out and the woman straining to move.

“Lie down, woman,” she scolds angrily. “If anything is going to kill you, it will be one of this party, not whatever attacked you in there.”

Kneeling down, she puts her hand behind Zera’s head and takes her by her unharmed arm, helping her up slowly. She inspects the wounds with her eyes, watching as the other woman cries out each time her back twists or bends. Mud cakes over the still bleeding gashes and punctures. Tam mutters a few words and the mud slides off.

“Come, we have to get you up out of this filth.”

She lifts the healthy arm over her head and begins to stand, pausing only for a second as Zera cries out again. Her aura spills out to envelop the girl, warmth and the comfort of being numb to the pain sent into her bruised and beaten body. Then, she is free to begin walking, relying on Tam to support her weight.
When they reach the hill, she puts her down almost immediately. She listens to Soul as she works to heal Zera. Carefully, she helps her out of the duster, rolling her over onto her good arm to bare the back wound and mangled shoulder. A white glow begins beneath her palms as she holds them over the broken and bruised shoulder. Pulling energy from the plant-life and earth beneath her feet, her powers mend and knit everything back to its proper state.

“It will be draining, but I have such a spell,” she distractedly answers Soul’s mention of she and Jharm having something like a Cure Disease spell. “We will need to perform the spell on each other after we are done with the…others.”

She hisses in a breath as she speaks, her glowing hands passing over the dagger wound in Zera’s lower back. Recognizing the chaotic spin of energy coursing through the wound, she raises her eyes to Asaki and then Peterson. Saying nothing, she looks down again and carefully works around that certain wound, taking care of the gashes caused by the spear. Her hands move down to the bloody tears in the cloth on Zera’s legs, healing them as well. The grass beneath the woman, up to two feet away from her, has turned deathly brown and a few of the insects that made the grasses their home have become dry husks still clinging to the dry shoots of dead plant-life.

When she is done, her lips begin to move with an ancient language, occasional whispers escaping as she mouths the spell. The air around the flesh where the wounds once were wavers as if heat were billowing up. A rank smell accompanies this, though it is quickly washed away by the pouring rain. Her olive eyes flash and she silently folds the duster back over Zera’s now resting form.

“Fei, you are next,” she looks up and stands. “You came in direct contact with the plague. Even if it doesn’t affect you, it may still pass on to one of us if you get too near.”

She steps over to him and puts her still glowing hands up, holding them just a breath away from touching his chest. Her fingers have become almost translucent with the continuous light pouring from them, the skin on them shimmering. Again, the wavering heat-like air lifts from the black ooze and puss covering the vampire. The look on her face is concentrated as she uses her powers…

Tam pulls her hands back from Fei as the last of the disease is dispelled from him. She lowers her head for a moment, swaying a bit from the use of so much healing magic...and the continuing tugging at her insides every time she gets close to him. Turning slightly, she moves over to Yue and Kawan, each movement of her hands followed by a shimmer of white in the air.

"Hold still a moment," she says quietly to both and kneels down.

Her hands hover just in front of Yue, the strange heat rising from any place that the plague might have entered her body. She finds her wounds as well, knitting them closed by pushing energy into them. Again, the grass around them shivels and curls, turning a sickly shade of brown. When she is satisfied, she moves her hands towards Kawanua, frowning at his curled position on the grass. She lays her hands on his arm and peers down at him.

"Are you well? Do you need healing as well as me removing the disease?"

Tamrissa's whole face slackens into an expression of pure surprise as she turns her eyes to the muffled thump of Gulver hitting the ground. She lifts her hands from Kawanua's arm and stares for a moment before reacting.

"I'll be back, Kawanua," she lays a comforting hand on his hooded head, still assuming there is something wrong. "Don't move."

She stands and hurries to the gray-haired one's side. Rolling him over, she begins checking for any vital signs. Her eyes flash brightly, the glow of her hands flaring to life again. Magic boils through him, trying to bring the disease up out of his system...