The short blue-skinned people scream and scatter before realizing they are not horrifically maimed but deciding fleeing the powerful outsider is the best trick anyway, and the clawed fanged people flinch.

The un-undead - are mostly going to scream, start patting themselves, start crying, flinch, start talking - start babbling - 

... Count Ristomaur Tiriac bursts into tears and collapses.

His wolf licks him.

He will pet his wolf, sort of mechanically.

--Oh no. 

It's not like she's never gotten this reaction but she has not, in fact, gotten this reaction from someone who was totally functional a second ago? It was bound to happen eventually but she does not yet have a cached response. 

She darts forward, dropping to her knees in front of him. 

"Do you want a hug?" 

The wolf gives her a DEATH GLARE.

"No."

He's going to continue the mechanical petting.

"Thank you."

You can't meaningfully harm her, wolf, shhh. 

...She will see if she can comfort any of the ex-ghosts. 

Some of the ex-ghosts definitely want comfort.

... Apparently none of them are old any more? They were definitely old before they were ghosts!!!

- There's one person who is desperately trying to stab himself with a dagger while other people try to grab and stop him with warnings of "Stop! Please! Think! You don't want to go to Hell!"

Hoo boy. 

She will come over and gently restrain him from stabbing himself and...not ask what's going on, because it was Tiriac who had Tongues, but she will sort of gesture in a way indicating she would like an explanation???

"- I swear I won't say hat today," he says, "Hat, let me die -"

(Tiriac is kind of out commission)

"- He was one of Count Tiriac's alchemists," says someone who seems to be comparatively together? "- They - everyone heard the screams -"

She sighs. 

It would be really nice to be able to talk to these people! 

She consults her sheet, and says, "I have come to solve death-related problems," in case that helps. 

... Someone who is comparatively together can poke a comparatively together wizard to give her a Tongues.

"Thank you," she says sincerely. 

To the alchemist guy: "If you are fucked up about having tortured people to death I can bring your victims back. I mean, I want to do that regardless. But the Evil afterlives sound really bad!"

" - I don't want to keep existing," says the alchemist. "Please. I just - I want to stop."

Pet pet pet

"Please eat a meal and get a good night's sleep before trying to make that decision, it sometimes helps." 

He will let people take away his knife and lead him off and cast Deep Slumber on him.

"If it helps," she tells the crowd at large, "I have a guy who was turned into a horrible agonizing giant snake for a few thousand years living in my Mum's spare room, and he's improved visibly in less than a year." 

That may actually help?

There are other people who would like hugs.

And/or to thank her. Fervently. And Sarenrae, also fervently.

She will hug people! And assure them that people being alive is great and she likes causing it. Also Sarenrae seems neat. 

Sarenrae is basically the god of the sort of thing she just did, they will explain. This was an unusual Sarenrae intervention because the gods don't usually intervene this directly or blatantly and because this was not... actually... possible before she arrived, they've been dead too long to be resurrected by the most powerful clerics alive and Count Tiriac looked.

Well, she's not a cleric? She's a weirder thing from really really far away. She got a real kindred spirit vibe from Sarenrae, even though they only talked briefly. She resurrected a guy who was, they think about eight thousand years old, once, and has resurrected as many as several people between three and four thousand years old, she can, uh, approximately just resurrect people. She has a vault, back home, of severed and re-grown fingers and toes, so that if someone dies in a way that doesn't leave a body she can still get them back. 

She should see about Evil people getting her those, for insurance.

(Most of them are not, actually, sure what alignment they are; they weren't Evil when they were alive, they definitely were when they were dead, and they don't know how many of the Evil deeds will count against their alignment in judgement because they did them when they were undead.)

Count Ristomaur Tiriac will, after a while, look up at her, and say, voice slightly cracking, "I need a good cause to die heroically in. Do you have one available?"

(he's still petting his wolf.)

"Well, at some point after I get some advice from Iomedae I plan to fight Asmodeus? In the nearer term I heard something about a conquering evil wizard."