Aurora
The Dryad's powers engulfed the area around the ragtag group and offered them a brief respite from the chaos. Within the flower that sprouted were laid several items, one of which Aurora recognized almost instantly. It was a book, bound in leather and string. And on its cover was a faded green serpent. It was one she didn't think she'd see ever again, but here it was right in front of her- the memoirs of Ichiro Shuhei, the founder of the Way of the Serpent in her order. She reached for the book and held it before her eyes. For a moment, she was oblivious to the events around her. Memories flooded her mind, pushing out anything more than the barest sensory perceptions.
It made the sudden backlash all the more striking. In her nostalgia and remembrance, the curse Shuhei himself had placed on her somehow activated, perhaps provoked into responding to violence it shouldn't have, and as the flower petals fell away she collapsed to the floor. Agony surged through her limbs and electrocuted her mind, and even as the others moved into action she was paralyzed. She lay there, struggling with her own guilt and thoughts. "No..." she groaned, "No, this is not right... I have not strayed here. I... AUGH!"
She shifted as another bolt went through her, nearly letting go of the book. Though she kept her grip on it, the shift caused the cover to open, and she glimpsed a footnote on the cover page. Fighting just to move her fingers to do it, she tipped the cover more to fully read what it said; Always remember your past, but never allow it to eclipse your future. The serpent's shed skin does not show his current colors- neither then should yours. As she came to comprehend the words, the pain seemed to calm itself for a brief moment. "Even long after death, he still chides me. But her is right. I cannot spend eternity dwelling on my mistakes."
She began to stand again, willing the pain behind her along with her guilt and worry. "I must... move... forward!" With a rush she was standing upright, clarity guiding her to the surroundings. Sessile and two of the others were locked in combat with the Necromancer; they were fighting, but also being battered in spite of the Dryad's magic. But in her focus on their fight, the monk realized, Sessile could not tend to the dozens of other wounded around them. "It's the work that never ends!" she exclaimed as she slipped the book into her belt and readied her healing hands.
As the battle progressed, Aurora worked feverishly to keep the wounded stabilized. Grunts of pain soon drew her attention back to the battle, and the three combatants were pushing forward in spite of growing wounds to finish the Necromancer off. One in particular, sporting a katana and a fox tail, was lunging in for what appeared to be a killing blow. But her wounds were great, and Sessile's magic was tending to the other combatant. If their foe managed a counterattack on her in that state...!
There was no time to think. Gathering the chi energy she could still muster as quickly as she could, Aurora willed it to snake through the air toward the fox woman as quickly as it could. She could not diagnose the wound and counteract them, so she didn't even try; instead, she willed her life energy to encircle her target and solidify, becoming a physical ward against any strike that may occur. It wouldn't hold for long with so hasty a setup, but it didn't need to- it just needed to hold for long enough!