It was finished. Mel cautiously tipped back and softly fell on her bottom, using the snow as a cushion. She nursed her aching side with a greenish glow that caused the out of position bones, swelling, and general pain to sort of subside. It felt rough but Mel displayed nothing more than a wince or two at the pain's worst. The thing about healing yourself was that it takes awhile, at least the particular restoration magic she used. If it had been someone else, she would have an easier time because a lot of focus wouldn't be lost in a nagging pain. Still, Mel wasn't a stranger to healing herself. She had to admit something felt a bit 'off' when her comrades in her vicinity just kind of wandered back to the broken inn without so much as a glance in her direction. Mel thought there would be a sense of rapport and camaraderie that came from all this. I mean they did just fight a group of giants together. It was a distant suspicion that Mel didn't have any experience with so she let it slide. However, there was a complete lack of attention to the "make sure they are dead command". But again, Mel wasn't sure how things were supposed to be and just took the mantle of responsibility herself.

Once she felt like she was healthy enough to get moving again, she got up on her feet and walked over to the two giant corpses. They probably were dead but Mel had the same fear as the armored man and a rampaging beast would get away with a lot more destruction before being brought down a second time. So feeling better, Mel conjured up a small pool of a thick oily substance using her earth elemental ability and spread it around the two giants. The giant already on fire now burst into even greater flames and after a quick spark the other giant lit into flames. Mel watched the two bodies burn for a moment, looking for any movement, before officially calling them dead and heading back to the inn.

There was still some tenderness in Mel's side but she felt like she would be fine. Any noticeable display of pain would be minor. Mel crept in from one of the inn's openings and surveyed the damage. Snow was sprinkled just about everywhere on her but she appeared unconcerned about the cold. People were milling about, but Mel was glad to see the bard still on his feet. He took a nasty kick earlier but it seemed to not phase him not. Mel wandered up the bard again but this time gently tapped her cold finger on the tip of his nose. "I'm glad you lived and were not seriously maimed." She her hands placed right around the area she thought he got kicked, which was his chest, "Are you well? I can put your pain at an ease as easily as you can strum your music, bard." She cooed in a soft voice.