Ah, more divine pleasantries (with some post-email editing)

He grabbed the pile of clothing and used it to put out the fire on the table. Once the fire was out he gathered all the papers and books that he could. When he turned around he noticed that Thjodolf was not doing well... and neither was Nym. He moved close to Thjodolf and called the others over.
"I am about to do something... a little different. Make sure to be touching me." They reached out their hands, forming an awkward circle around him and Thjodolf's body.
"Here we go." He said and raised his shield.
Closing his eyes.

Narath?

Yes....

His mind snapped out of his body and soared through the air. When it resettled, and calmed, he was seated on a cloud. Stretching out his hands, the skin felt new, refreshed. The wounds were closed and cleaned and he was clad in a long sheet like material that was wrapped around him leaving his shoulders and legs uncovered. Looking up he saw Narath spread out on the floor in front of him, staring at a map. Her mortarboard and leather boots were gone and she was now wearing what Beranhond could only describe as a burlap sack.
"Eth!" She stood up, walked over and hugged him. "You shaved." She said smiling as she released him.
"Hi, Narath, yes, I always follow the commandments of my God." He smiled back, holding her hands. He couldn't help smiling at the pleasantries, but now was not a time for idle talk. "I screwed up in the sewer and accidentally set a trap." He said looking into her now dark red hair.

"I know. It happens. It was a sneaky spell. But, I brought you hear for another reason. I also needed to talk to you."

"But... the others..." He said worried about their pain and the damage the flame had caused.
"No time is passing there and they shall be healed when you return. But, I needed to warn you." She turned and moved to the map, Beranhond following.

"Remember the warning I gave you in your travel log?"

"Yes, about some kind of movements of a dark God?" He had read the journal profusely while on the boat, but it had been some time since he had looked into it.

"Yes... I fear time is growing short, something major is going to happen soon, and I want you to keep an eye out."

"I have been my lo... Goddess." He said smiling at her, catching himself, Narath had a habit of making him slip his tongue. Was I about to say 'my love?'

"Yes, but I wanted to let you know that I think some of the Paladin's of Torm might be involved."

"Paladins?" Ceilith... is this where she was sent?

Narath's brow furrowed. "Eth..." she said looking amusingly concerned. Beranhond blushed. "You were thinking of her..."

"No, well, yes, but not in the way I think about you, I mean... not in the way I used to. I mean, used to think about her."  He blushed and smiled at her. She smiled back.

"Good." She said as she leaned forward and kiss him on the forehead. "I wanted you to prepare your thoughts, and take this map of the region." She said handing him the map, before leaning in, nearly kissing him before she moved her lips to his cheek and giving him a hug instead. He stepped back, stunned as always.
"Go do my will, and do say hi to your friends." She blew him a kiss. He awkwardly waved and soared back through the air.
He was back in his body, his shield in his hand, but a map in his hand. He shook his head side to side. Flying through the air to visit Narath always made his stomach rumble.
"Here we go." He raised his shield, smiled at everyone, felt it turn blue. Don't ask why, but Narath's power always felt blue to Beranhond. The feeling in the shield turned to light and then spread down from his shield into his hands, through his body, and then to all of the others. From there, the light flared into the room, growing more and more powerful until it seemed a blinding singularity. It held for a second before fading and leaving everyone healed by:
Cure Light Wounds:
Roll(1d8)+2:
7,+2
Total:9

"Oh, and Narath says hi." Beranhond said awkwardly lowering his shield and holding up the map.