As bodies, snow and silence fell in the aftermath of the battle, Rachel's eyes looked down at her dagger blazing with the flame, reflecting its amber-like glow as she stared in awe. Flesh caught by its blade now reduced to ash blew away in the cold wind, along with it the remaining embers slowly fading. 

Despite the danger, her breathing was calm and steady albeit heavy. The fact that those words came out of her mouth almost subconsciously, as if she was overtaken by something else, and brought upon the destruction of the physical form of the abomination that was just hulking about in front of her just a minute before. The ritual tool in her hand had undoubtedly responded to her prayer and as she took a long intake of air, new warmth enveloping her body, it had undoubtedly accepted her offering and in turn gave back. 

As Rachel looked at the remains of the monsters on the ground, a feeling of clarity regarding everything came to her. The ritual has officially concluded. She mouthed with a quick nod [color=beige][i]'thank you.'[/i][/color] to this disembodied voice that had been helping her thus far. Hands once more pressed into a praying motion on the hilt of the weapon, she then finally put it away under her cloak.

She looked around to her companions, walking in their general direction away from the bear that had just been disposed of. [color=beige]"Is anyone okay? No bad wounds?"[/color] She asked with a hint of concern, the encounter was still scary to her, someone who once lived in a safe place isolated from dangers such as this. She wanted to make sure they all could continue without issue.

When it's time to continue regardless, she was once more quiet. But not the kind that keeps the group on the edge, but one of focus. Her steps once light and prone to falling back behind the group now sped up to the more consistent pace of a march, her once smaller form having also opened up a little more, arms down to the side.