Marianne watched as Slyvia put the finishing blow on the rat ogre. The creature was indeed repulsive, even as it fell down to the ground with a loud thud. She recalled her bees afterwards, thanking them for the good job as usual.

"Lets go lads. Real fights up ahead or I'm a Bearded gnome! Off with ye'!" 

The dwarves charged forward right away, not even staying a while to rest. She was happy with this development however as she was now reminded once more that her skirt was quite in an indecent state. She certainly didn't want the dwarves to notice the fact.

She quickly followed them from behind, as she worried about Fariha and Siph. She hoped the two could handle themselves, fighting against whatever terror lied beyond.

When she arrived however, she saw Fariha on one knee, panting in exhaustion, and Siph beside her, standing but with a terrifying wound that made her cover her mouth with her hands. She quickly came to their side, saying, "Are you all right, Fariha, Siph?" as she bent over, looking at the elf with worry as she put her hand on her shoulders. Fariha seemed to be merely tired but Siph, Siph, she had no idea what to do. If only she had bugs with healing capabilities right now...

[@Rekaigan][@Zelosse]