- she barely has time to meet his eyes before she hits the ground.
There's a discontinuity in time, and then - her chest hurts - she's lying down - can she breathe, one breath, another -
If you have to mess around with spell variants like that at least do it somewhere uninhabited, have you no sense of - Well, obviously she has no sense of.
Bella shakes her head. Goes back to helping with the food situation.
The rest of the day is quiet. There's discussion of a coordinated effort at dawn to get to the Wardstone again. There's a prayer service, led by a very young somewhat shaken teenage priestess of Iomedae, who after it's over scurries over to hang out with the equally young equally shaken teenage priest of Erastil. Nenio goes to the prisons to interview her cultists. Irabeth and Hulrun have a quiet discussion about the cultists and seem to end up in accord on fairly summary trials.
If anyone needs her to knock over more cultists, she regains stamina for arts at a decent clip if she isn't doing too much talking. Or if anyone wants to borrow the angel sword.
If she can do the sword's vague soothing effect periodically it seems to help some with minor injuries and it makes the kids feel better. If she has anything for separating out cultists from noncultists Irabeth would feel better about some of the summary trials. If there's another assault on the tavern they'll ask her for more help than that.
Vague soothing effect periodically is totally doable.
I can read surface thoughts and that usually lets me tell if people are lying but I don't really like doing it if they're going to be executed for declining, that confuses the heck out of consent.
"That's very reasonable," says Irabeth tiredly. "Everything we do about cultists ends up awful. Maybe if anyone is specifically begging to be offered a truth spell I'll see if we can make something work."
"They beg for a truth spell just to waste our time and money," says Hulrun irritably. "All of these people were taken under arms serving a demon lord in slaughtering their way across this city. We couldn't afford your compunctions in peacetime, and this isn't." He looks somewhat recovered, though it's not clear it's improved his outlook much.
"Most of them are," Irabeth says. "I'm sure there's an innocent man who was just carrying a sword to defend himself mixed in there, and I'm not sure there aren't five."
Someone begging for a truth spell can have me instead. I won't charge you for it.
Irabeth nods, and goes with Hulrun downstairs to sort through the cultists.
There are two people begging for a truth spell, as it happens; one is just lying, and the other is genuinely not a cultist but was out in the streets to try to rob his neighbor's house and kind of expects that if they get this explanation they will still execute him.
The one is a cultist. The other one is not a cultist. She will privately advise him not to repeat this mistake but she will confine her public remarks to "not a cultist".
Good enough for Irabeth; he can go.
The other one continues insisting he's not a cultist and that Bella's lying, but Irabeth considers this unlikely. She waves the teenage priests over to minister to the condemned, and then they lead them out of the tavern.
Pat pat. This is a human kid but she still aims for the shoulder. Thank you.
Seelah comes over after a while to sit down heavily and try to hammer a dent out of her armor. "Well," she says with a slightly unreasonable amount of cheer, "here we are, still alive!"
"...yes? If we didn't have Heaven helping then the demons would've swallowed us all a long time ago."
"Well, the Goddess is the newest god, and not as powerful as the ancient gods yet, and there are lots of bad things in the world for her to fix."