Another burst of fire from Morrigan's palm drives the creature farther back, making its pained thrashing less of an immediate danger.

She raises her voice to be heard over the commotion around them. "Were you harmed?"

She has never been as talented with healing spells as she is at creating potions or using more destructive forms of magic, but she feels certain that any minor healing makes her a valuable asset here and now. Fortunately, she sees no immediate sign of injury when she spares the time to look at other woman, and she holds out one hand to quickly help her up.