Finally, just as her friends finished their grim work, Tessa felt her limbs begin to respond to her furious efforts. Even as the creature fell, Tessa managed to raise her hands into some semblance of a combat ready stance- just in time for the battle, it seemed, to be over. She shook, both from the effort and a curious mix of rage and relief. For a moment, she slumped back, leaning her body against the rough earthen wall- her head drooped, and she drew a few deep, shuddering breaths. She could feel the flow of still warm blood on her neck, and it took her at least a moment to realize that the blood was actually hers- and with that realization came a spasm of pain. Dropping her morningstar temporarily, she drew upon the power of the Host and intoned a minor prayer for healing. Once that was done, she recovered her weapon and made ready to assist the others in their search of the cavern. If any of her companions spared her more than aquick glance, she gave a nod, what she hoped was a confident smile, and a whispered "Thank You."
OOC: Expend one casting of Nimbus of Light for a Cure Light Wounds (1d8+5)- that will do for now