"What was that?" asks Lann, as the ice-fireballs subside.  The fight barely lasted to a count of three. He fired eight arrows, took one, and hardly looks worse for the wear. Some of the others fared worse, but no one's dead, not on his side.

"Magic," says Marit shortly, checking whether Galfrey's alive. She's not. This is going to be a catastrophe, isn't it. Not a catastrophe in which he or Alfirin is personally murdered, and that's what matters - is it? It certainly seemed so at the time.

"This is awful," says Seelah, who is correspondingly checking if Galfrey's guards are alive. "This is awful, this is awful - I just don't she meant to get us killed -"

"You don't think," says Marit, bitingly. 

"I'd leave the bodies, unless you mean to have a very fraught tug of war over my dear cousin with the whole of Mendev," says Daeran. 

Marit isn't sure if Daeran is suggesting he should now be King. He feels a flare of burning anger.  "She'll be Raised," says Marit. "I'm not - going to prevent that  - we can send her back to Vigil with Cansellarion -"

"Galfrey betrayed her obligations under the Worldwound treaty and deceived an ally in order to kill him,' says Regill. "She may be raised, but not as a paladin, not as their limitations are generally understood."

That makes Marit blindly angry to hear too. Then he checks himself. Regill does not usually make him blindingly angry. Seelah doesn't usually make him blindingly angry. Daeran - no, that one isn't unusual. But the others - "We need to get out of the Fane," he says, and maybe it's his tone or the fact that his objectively powerful enemies are now dead on the ground before him or the fact it's just good sense but everyone follows without complaint. The sick lurching in Marit's head does not particularly dissipate when they leave the Fane. If anything things seem worse.