Terry finally sees Umbril, "Oh my," and casts healing word. "That should keep you going a bit. But maybe we should rest so you can recover more from those wounds."
You move out into the room with the targets and find a spot on the floor. Some jerky, a sip or two of small ale help the rigors of the battle but the feeling of this place, the malevolent essence is all around you.
Umbril binds his wounds, but he is nowhere near being ready. He takes some extra time to clean them properly, but even so, he moves stiffly with some noticeable discomfort.