"Don't you worry, dear. I think I've got a-" The water cascaded over her and threw her hair forward. For a moment, her vision wobbled and she felt herself carried by the current, and her limbs immediately scrambled to find purchase with the ground. Fortunately, the magic had done its deed and receded again...

Leaving a rather sad, drenched tiefling with her hair hanging well past her backside, its signature end curl gone. With a scowl, she spit water to the side and sighed.

"...Plan." But she looked back and saw ruin, many scrambling to right themselves while others seemed to be struggling. Throwing her wet hair back and straightening her hat, she pulled her guitar to her front.

"Okay. Plan B." Spellblade: Divine. She tapped her throat and straightened up, sweeping her fingers across the strings. She gave her tail a little wiggle, loosening the tambourine cymbals nestled in her bow.

"Up you get, my darlings~" With cure magic imbued in her voice, the Spellbinder began to move her body, all hips and tail as she began to sing, guitar and cymbals accompanying as she would apply a gradual recovery effect per turn. However, Madhuri wasn't applying the effect to herself... Oh no. She wanted to try something out.

As for the Medusa? Oh, should it survive her healing friends to the end of her tune, she had a gift... but the beast would just have to wait until then.