A paranoid Diana wants Tyra to waste a dispel

Diana stops in her tracks. Tyra takes a few paces further before noticing and turning to face her compatriot.

"Wha's wrong dear?"

-"Something doesn't feel right here. Those plinths did something, I am certain of it. They're there for a reason." Diana is visibly fretting.

"Ha, See! like I said, a scaredy-cat!"

-"Can't you call on those Gods of yours to dispel magic, just in case we got cursed or something?"

"Goddess. Singular. And you don't actually use Dispel Magic to remove curs-"

-"Just humor me please," Diana cuts her off.

"Alright love fine, if it sets you at ease."

Tyra grabs her holy symbol, mumbles a prayer, and a mystical glow emits from the medallion, bathing them in a faint multicolored radiance. There's no spell upon them to dispel, but Diana visibly relaxes.

"Right, if you feel up to the task now, let's continue," Tyra lowers her holy symbol back down to her neck, and starts walking again. From a distance, the invisible mage hands continue to follow.