Lupo didn't seem at all disturbed by the small act of magic, eating normally and happily as ever.

Kestrel managed to get outside where it was cooler, feeling still queasy and sick. She touched anything that felt cold, eventually finding a rock to rest her face against. She felt like she'd flown for miles and the thought made her wretch. She felt mostly better once she was actually sick, her stomach having nothing more to give us, but she didn't return until she was sure and even then, she only entered the very edge of the cave. 

Lupo sensed her and bounded to see her. She felt intense happiness, like a warm glow, coming toward her, and turned expecting a fireball.

"Lupo?" She said, staring at him as he got close. As he got closer, he gave a while and then jumped to lick her face enthusiastically. She could almost hear words.

[i]you are sad. Do not be sad. I will make you happy.[/i]