Outside of the tower, Ling begins praying, "I humbly call upon ya, OH GREAT DAGEXTAN!" The others chant the name behind her. "Bless this land to feed this world, guard this land from those beyond death, and," Ling points at the wormsworn, "Accept this offering!"
"Return to Samsara, ya wiggly b*****ds," yells Ling.
"We are so lucky that worked," says Oighrig, finally landing, "Your divine connections have saved us all."
"No worries," says Ling, "'Sides, ya'll did most of the work."
"I would never have thought to use the corpses themselves as the runes, Your Darkness," says Oighrig, "A most impressive display."
"Thank you," Melandria says with a bow.
"That's nice," says Ling walking into the tower, "But I got to check on my kid. Gash, you're still responsible."
Before Ling can get to far, Melandria's shadow hand stops her. "I know a faster way," she says. She pulls the group into the shadows and to just outside Gank's room.
Gash opens the door without knocking. Inside the room, Jevoi lies asleep on Gank's bed, with the charda sitting on the floor reading her tome. She shushes the adults as they enter.
"See, nothing to worry about," whispers Gash.
"Ya're lucky," whispers Ling, "Ya got a responsy kid here." She walks up to the bed. "Good on'ya, kid," she says to Gank, before picking up Jevoi, "And time to get ya back to bed."
L: I'd take it back, but... G: It's funny, now.
"Can I hold her?" asks Melandria, "No, I'm sorry. Ignore me."
"Go ahead, Mel," says Ling holding Jevoi up for the Shadow Queen to grab, "Sorry, I was... acting like that down there."
Melandria gently scoops Jevoi from her mother's arms and rocks her slowly. "You've nothing to apologize for Ling. The circumstances were... difficult."
"Struth, that was a stressful five minutes," says Ling, "Just glad she's okay. I was ready to end one of ya."
J: You did not say that. L: Yeah, I did. G: Was there, can confirm: she did. J: Your memory's wrong. G: Ghosts have perfect memory; I can't forget even if I try. L: I'm a wizard; I don't forget anything I don't want to.
"Mom, stop," says Gank, swatting one claw at Gish who is rubbing her head.
"Gank, was it?" asks Ling, "How'd you like a little job?"
G: One of the worst decisions of your life, right? L: Not even top ten.