Interceptor whines, not wanting to leave James behind, but knowing by the click in James's tone that he is meant to go with Inessa. He trots after her, whining and growling in turns.

James waits until they are well and clear - before taking out his blade. He focuses, breathing out, calling upon his faith, before slamming his sword back down into the ground.

Blue light pours out around him, clearing the area of all spiritual influence, and he stands once more ... feeling a little lightheaded as he makes his way back towards the kitchen.

"...I shall have to take lyrium soon, if we have to keep this up."