She feels she owes Kit some manner of apology, from his demeanor, but she find herself lacking the words to articulate such a thing. Herian murmurs a near-silent prayer, and holds out her hand towards their charge, the other grasping the staff, that seems to make the air around it warp and shift, and whether it is from heat or from the world being not quite so solid as they might have believed... that is hard to discern.

Flames burst over the body near immediately, burning with a ferocity beyond that of a simple flashfire - the flames burn brighter and hotter, consuming the body all the more quickly, so skin and sinew are scorched away.

Her focus is steady, her control precise, and the spell keeps on burning until there is nothing left.