"Ughn..." Tarquin moans a bit as the healing energy of the wand washes over him. With his eyes still shut, he whimpers, "M-mother? Am I dead?" At the sound of his master's voice Beak lets out a triumphant cry and hops over to peck at his ear. "Ahh!!! Get off, Beak! Not dead yet, then..."

He sits up, rubbing his eyes and staring in disbelief at the pile of twice-dispatched corpses around them. "We-we won? Everyone made it? Oh, my wand!" He snatches it back from Nathaniel and turns it over hastily, looking for damages. "Father would kill me for real if I lost this - "only for emergencies", he said! Although I suppose this counts..." He struggles to his feet and takes in the group's status as he looks around. "Are we safe? I mean, no more of those things? What do we do now?" As he speaks he administers a few more healing surges through Beak, himself, and Nathaniel.

Spoiler: Healing
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2 charges onto Tarquin:
(1d8+1)[4]
(1d8+1)[5]

1 charge onto Beak:
(1d8+1)[5]

1 charge onto Nathaniel:
(1d8+1)[5]

After all that, 39 / 50 CLW wand charges remaining