Despite the apparent ease of the attack, Ginia hates taking a life. Human, creature, it doesn't matter. Taking a life is a sad thing, especially when the owlbear was only trying to defend its territory and get himself food. However, their need to survive was just as important too. Ginia lays on the ground, truly exhausted after her last leap through the shadows, each breath as painful as the last. There's a blinding flash, a thundering boom, and a final scream from the owlbear as Helios' spell strikes true.

She hears him call for her. As much as she wants to continue laying, she forces herself back up, gloved hands scrabbling against vines and rough bark in order to haul herself up. The smell of charred flesh, and burnt feathers and fur fills the air and she gags slightly.

/I'm fine, don't worry,/ she sighs sloppily, slipping slightly and falling back against a tree. She tries her best to smile. /That was exciting. Let's not tell Giles./