Rahja's magic flows its way through the mad dwarf in a matter of seconds, leaving the dwarf visibly changed. His muscles all seem to tense and relax as minor scars repair themselves. His eyes seem to come into focus as his mouth sets itself into a stern scowl after loosing a single rough cough. As he looks around the room, he still seems confused but he also appears far more coherent than he'd been thus-far. "Where the hell am I?"
the general demands, turning facing Usabhar "and why do you look so damn familiar?"
Though your magic works as intended, if perhaps delayed by a second or two, you pick up another struggle that the others couldn't possibly hope to perceive. Even as your magic starts its work on the dwarf's body, its mind seems to think that it's in grave danger. It mentally reviews each of its worries and concerns before somehow "throwing" lesser worries and delusions into the path of the spell. When your spell continues without even the smallest of inconveniences, you watch it continually prioritize its manias, fighting to protect its most vital components as a living creature would fight for life. When all that remains is the desperate urge to communicate with others, the dwarf manages a single cough. After that, however, the spell has concluded, leaving the dwarf full healed.
As the aasimar attends to Salin, you feel a momentary pang of emptiness in the pit of your stomach. Filling the void comes a rather more awkward sensation, the sensation of something lurking unseen just below the surface. Whether the surface is mental or physical, however, you couldn't hope to say. Whatever the case, this creeping sensation is quickly removed along with the feeling of emptiness. If nothing else Rahja was thorough.
Not a moment after Salin finishes asking his questions, the earth rumbles beneath you as a minor earthquake. When the shaking ends five seconds later without any valuables falling or shattering, another source of noise can be heard from outside. It would seem that something is going on in the city.