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 while Valdor creeps a few steps further into the hallway.

"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.

Valdor interjects from further into the tunnel. "No I'm pretty sure she's right. That's the 'remove curse' spell."

"Valdor, please shut up," Diana snips.

"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 the whole party 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.