[ Fel is going to take an active stance here, so her powers of healing will not be used - she is so powerful, and Caoimhe is glad that Fel can use her abilities that way instead. So Caoimhe takes a moment after seeing all this take place, pleased that the summoning work and her song had helped in some way. She stops singing and transforms the harp into a lyre so it hangs on a sash at her side.

She is watching everyone hoard around the Gargoyle, and her very weak voice chirps out - ]

I-I can help... I-I can close any open wounds... Including some internal ones, but I cannot.. I cannot heal any broken, fully... But..