Now that the picture has been liberated from the grasp of the spirit Shendra takes a few moments to look over it, tracing in the air over the ragged slash through the canvas. "I hope my magic is up to the task of repairing this," she says. "I have never tried it on a work of art like this before. But that will be a task for later. The spell is more time consuming than most."
The seer pauses a moment to glance around the room, thinking about what they had seen in each room, though her avoids looking at the room with the cradle and that terrible thing. She takes a few steps towards the back stairs. "Time to find out what lurks in the basement, I suppose."