The haste with which they returned to Phandalin with the mystic scroll to raise the dead was enough so that the Doctor wasn’t particularly able to put all the pieces together as to what they had accomplished to get it. Technically, she didn’t agree to anything so when it all is clear what the true picture is, she may have to appraise them of that.
It was brusque the way the leads unceremoniously charged Sister Garaele with a task without any warning. When the good priestess went to change, Catriona rubbed her nose some and made random point. “I know there is an urgency, but maybe a ‘please’ or something might have been like.. Nicer. Like for her mood."
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It was like a random musing, if not empathy, for Garaele, given how Wolfe barked out questions and directives. The priestess probably had to be in a calm and focused state of mind to do this properly, right? Such was what Catriona assumed, anyways.
For the second time she followed Garaele to the place where Captain Goldbrook’s body lay. The doctor gave a cursory look about the environment of the priestesses’ home again, mainly spurred by curiosity. The lives of Phandalin citizens was rather interesting considering the odd dangers that lay just outside of town limits…
When the scroll was being read, she paid close attention with scientific inquisitiveness. She had not seen a raising of the dead before up close, and she was quietly anxious to see what it entailed and the ramifications on the subject, er the Captain.
Catriona’s eyes became saucers, as if their increased size became as such to take in as much information as possible as the ritual took effect. There was much that could have gone wrong here and through the grace of Gond, no mishaps seemed to occur. When the captain moved and stirred, she could have gotten up and started trying to eat people or something!
Still, the doctor had just witnessed her first raising of the dead that didn’t result in some mindless monster, such as the ones she first saw the group dealing with.
Her mouth opened to answer the ‘What happened’ question, but the hesitation on her part gave opportunity for the half-orc to provide the information in a terse and unceremonious fashion.
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Her eyebrows pushed together, lips forming a line as the raw debrief ended; she figured the news about Yvaine could have waited, considering it wasn’t pertitnent to the current situation. At least he thanked the priestess for the services?
No doubt there was an awkward silence after the swordsman’s abrupt departure. The doctor blinked once, then twice, then broke that moment with an approach to the risen paladin. “You’ve just experienced body wide re-animation of biological processes. Um… I am not a healer... or... medic... but I think these will probably do you some good to jump-start the innervation of your internal core functions.”
Always responsible with that weird magic frog device and its Goodberry (https://lithdoran.github.io/fiveetools/spells.html#goodberry_phb) dispensing, Catriona offered Westra a kerchief of 9 goodberries to get that HP up and maybe dispel any sudden hunger or thirst.