"Do you require healing before we go on?" Jojo asks, coming over to investigate.

"I can walk and cast but I wouldn't turn you down."

"It's no trouble, I have plenty of applications left."

His hand hovers about an inch from her arm and glows with that same golden light, and the burns heal over.

"Thanks. Rest of these guys wake up on what time scale, Enserric?"

"Proximity, not time. You could take a refreshing nap and they'd still be waiting until you get close enough."

"I have napped nicer places but that seems prudent."

No one objects to this. Before they rest Deekin pulls out a harp and plays another song, which causes Jojo's scratches to heal over.

"I'm used to doing first or last watch."

"I'm good with middle watch, nobody ever likes middle watch except me."

"Deekin take first watch, Deekin always wake up groggy."

"Okay, last is mine."

She has a spellcasting adventurer's ability to sleep soundly in a dungeon surrounded by pulverised undead.

Garrus wakes her when it's time for her watch. "It's officially your turn to make up fun backstories for all the skeletons you can see," he murmurs.

"Aw, wish my friend from back home was here, he'd be good at it."

"You should tell me about him in the morning," Garrus says, slithering into his bedroll.

Belmarniss preps spells and writes a bit but does come up with Hagan-esque funny stories for all the skeletons.

And eventually everybody else wakes up, and her watch is over.

"Want to tell me about your friend while we re-kill the rest of these Sleeping Kings?" Garrus asks while everybody gets ready. "Or we can just trade the stories we made up about them."

"Ranger, the shooty kind. Doesn't talk about his family or where he's from but will make up amusing lies on demand."

"Huh, that's fun. I've known a lot of people who won't talk about their families but most of them aren't generous enough to lie amusingly about it instead of just clamming up."

"Friend have name?" Deekin asks, jotting down a quick note in between pulling his boots on.

"Hagan. I joined up with his whole party for a couple adventures, there was a cleric of a god called Abadar, Fazil, and another wizard, Mahdi."

Deekin nods, scribbling, then laces his other boot. "Thanks!"

Jojo finishes up his prayers and stands up. "Everyone ready?"

"Assuming those of you who haven't had breakfast don't want any yep."

In that case Jojo will go and aggro the next skeleton in sequence, Lady Fensor. She has a slightly impractical-looking orc double axe, but she doesn't get to use it, because as soon as the monk's fist touches her skull, she collapses into a clattering heap.

"Oh, excellent," he says. "I've been hitting them all with Disruption, but she's the first to actually succumb to the effect."

(If someone was looking fairly closely, they might notice that one of the bones looked different than the others. Whiter, for one thing, and with slightly beveled ends.)

"Is there something weird about - that one, I can't tell if it's an arm or a rib or what, it's shaped funny -"