As the combat ends, Gundwolf's particularly heavy breathing stands out amongst the comparative quiet. Muttering unintelligible epithets between sharp intakes of breath and explosive exhaling, he methodically finds and stomps each remaining globule of ooze, stopping only to aim a vicious kick at what remains of the body of the semi-humanoid monstrosity in the room.

After seeming to catch his breath, he retrieves his heavy flail from where it landed on the floor. Spitting the last of the disgusting ooze from his mouth, he hefts the flail appreciatively.

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"Mister Gundwolf, you're hurt! Allow me?" She somewhat anxiously waits for his approval before going to his side and mending the worst wounds with another hex.
Gundwolf's eyes narrow for a moment, but he gives a curt nod, continuing to eye the glowing hands being laid upon his arm with some trepidation. As he notes the closure of his wounds with some relief, he gives a hesitant smile to the young woman, nodding his appreciation.

After helping Kristoph with the front door, Gundwolf follows the paladin with his flail at the ready while he examines the closed doors.