Bartuc stood a short distance from the frantic running of the priests, his ire was visible to all plain as day as the bumbling fools insisted that a spell imbued with the holy element would help the fallen woman. Her human heritage would be healed, but the demonic essence would be burned, resulting a waste of effort. 
It took a great deal of patience not to throttle the idiots. Cythlla was the only voice of reason and still they did not believe nor trust, after all of them had been saved by the group that even now was preparing to finish their problems. The lest were thriving, and they could not deal with it. Landeel had been sent but was forced to return without a chance at combat with the insects.

The priests argued the necessity of a dark healing spell, Bartuc knew they meant Ruinil harm regardless of Evelyns threats, and his patience came undone. 
The walls of Thanramere keep were made of heavy stone. His fist struck the wall behind him like a hammer on an anvil, sending little cracks spiderwebbing from the impact. A crimson fire already began to spread slowly along his hand. His eyes held murder openly. "TIME IS WASTING." He shoved forward and shooed the priests away, barking at them to retrieve what they were told. They complied readily, clearly unsure of what to do. 

Bartuc took a calming breathe and his shoulders visibly slumped down. He turned to Cythlla. "Thank you. I trust you can help her more than them." He offered her a deep bow, positive the necromancer had the groups best interests in mind. He took a step behind her and stood with both arms across his chest. Henry was not here to bully others, but he was.