[The joyous atmosphere seems to die with the last of the wicht's. Syrlya straightens up and looks around, noticing much less people around than there were before--even in the distance, away from their fight.]

Ah. That won't be the last of it. [He turns to Lavi and Gil with a smile.] Excellent job! I apologize for being... less helpful in the matter, I'm without much of my magic right now. Shall we?