"Me? Healing?" She goes to the dwarf and her breath catches in her throat at the devastation wrought on him. She looks back up at Weylan with wide, frightened eyes.
"This is...it looks like he took a -bath- in acid! How can he still be alive?"
She looks back down at the fallen Firblain, and her eyes unfocus. The blue runes in her skin start to pulse and move visibly as she starts to whisper what sounds like an incantation. As soft as her voice is, a trick of wind carries it to Weylan's ears as if she was standing right beside him....though the language is nothing he's heard before.
Then Inamar stops her creepy chant, and says absently in Common, "Magic gives power over life and death. And bodies are easy to mend as they are destroy." Her hand flashes white, bathing Firblain in a flash of light almost too bright to look at. At the same time there's a loud -CRACK-, like a tiny thunderclap.
(Cure Light Wounds! Heals 1d8+1 damage)