As a spectral claw reaches forth to grasp at air and brush, only to disapparate, a huff of frustration pushes past the raven cleric's lips. Panting was her only evocation, any words failing to release their clutch at her throat. She had accomplished nothing in this fight, save from begging sanctuary of her goddess. If it were a battle against a real threat then her failure to perform may have been the death of them all. She may have been more choked up about it if she weren't distracted by the seething ache in her side where the creature had torn her body. 

"Wait," she coughed. With her and her allies sundered, immediate attention was needed. A several mile jaunt through the forest may not hurt them, but the profuse bleeding might. Evyrless bowed low where she stood, wincing as her wounds were compressed at the movement. She gave a prayer for a while that could be heard within a moment's walking distance. The Raven Queen replied, offering restoration to the cleric and her party's injuries. When the wounds were mostly healed, Evyrless stood and gave a silent nod to Lorenthar to carry on. 

[hider=Prayer of Healing] The party (within 30') is healed for 16 hp over the course of 10 mintues (http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2101)[/hider]