For the remainder of the fight, Calista stood her ground over the woman who was now her charge. She was tired after healing such a metaphysical ailment, but she kept a tight hold over the gray slabs of stone that hung around her. Just as she thought her two enemies would advance, they were swept away in the tide of battle. Expecting more foes, the half-elf looked around wildly, but saw that her new companions had made relatively quick work of the possessed husks. Her had rage faded, but she was still agitated and on edge because of the feeling the possessed stone had given her. The sound of the gigantic golem that had reigned in size but not action on the battlefield was not the loud exclamation she had expected, but a dull puff as the beast imploded into a cloud of powder, as if its very existence was questionable at best. Calista sighed and her shoulders fell her hand distended away from her, and the hovering boulders careened to the side and fell with a muted clop. 

As she relaxed, hopefully not to her peril, the tainted air of the courtyard faded as the possessed husk reverted to mages of times past. Calista looked for an elven body from her perspective over the prone woman, and eyeing some of the nicer robes, wondered if the remains of one of her people would be wrapped in something truly magnificent, but had no such luck. At first, she thought to join the others with burials, but as she stood there and looked below her, she decided that finding where the wounded were gathering was her best idea. THe woman, whom Calista did not recognize, had tired herself out during the battle, but Calista's restorative magic had lessened the severity of the mental backlash. She gathered her energy, her bottom lip quivering with effort as a silent prayer to the Earth Mother sang harmonies through her mind, and the warm feeling of divine magic graced her palms once more as she tried to rose the woman. After a moment, she slumped, and the glow faded, but the woman was stirring. Calista stood on wobbling knees and a disgruntled moan came from below her, and then gathered the little physical strength she had to help the woman up. 

It was a struggle because the woman could not be considered completely conscious, but after a moment of grunting and close calls, the shorter half elf had the woman's arm slung around her shoulder. She took a few hesitant steps, her breathing labored, and slowly and unsteadily made her way to entrance of the fort. As the stragglers from the battle were corralled together into the Keep, there were a few mages spreading the word of an establish infirmary. It was inside the main complex, in a room that had been furnished for that purpose, and suited the many healers' needs. As she fell in with the main crowd, a fellow healer took up the other arm of the woman Calista was supporting. She flashed him a grateful smile. 

Once Calista made it to the infirmary she wished she had not expended so much energy in the battle. There appeared to be about twenty cots in the large bay, which seemed small for such an expansive complex, and in the back of her mind Calista wondered if this was one of several medical centers of the entire grounds, or if this was just an outpost of sorts. She hadn't gotten a good mental image of the place before the battle started, or after it ended. Her and the man who had helped her deposited the woman on a bed of torn robes and old sheets. The half-elf looked again at the packed bay: not only were all the beds occupied, but there were makeshift cots of blankets and gathered robes that held more than their fair share of injured. Some bodies were shrouded, and some people had injuries that did not even require magic to care for, but many of the slumped figures were splattered with enough blood to attest to a serious wound. The disheartening matter was that there were only a handful of mages scurrying around and doing actual healing. There were many helping hands, but the tell-tale feel of restorative magic should have been stronger. 

The man who had assisted Calista had already disappeared into the crowd to be of further assistance elsewhere. After looking over the woman she had dragged from the battlefield to make sure she would be fine with rest, the half-elf gathered her energy and strode purposefully toward a man nursing a nasty gash in his thigh, a mellifluous elven prayer softly falling from her lips as she did so. Even though she felt as though her skin would be set ablaze for channeling further, Calista was in much better shape than those around her, and so she would not rest until the Earth Mother sent her to sleep. After the man was resting peacefully, albeit with a fresh pink scar, Calista stood and again saw a body in need of divine intervention. She realized then that this would be a long night, longer than any she had ever had. Again and again she pleaded with her deity, even though she feared being stricken for gluttonous over-use, and each time she was blessed with ability. She had not known her mortal flesh could channel so much of the Earth Mother's blessings. When she finally retired for the night, barely able to move her arms, she felt much closer to the Mother than she ever had before. She slept with a smile. 

[b][Calista's ability to channel had improved. She can now channel more magic before feeling adverse effects. Her healing spell is now more effective.][/b]