With an irritated huff, Einin grabbed Jarrett by the arm to pull him out of the room. Then she stepped past him and stared into the bloody space, steeling herself. She wanted to look away, for she was finding this rather...disgusting...but she needed to view it so she could change it. She couldn't alter what she couldn't see.
"Do you know any water mages?" she asked as she readied herself. "Because I sure don't. Water mages who can come in here, and who won't squeal about this mess? Gods, Jarrett, I just..." She glanced back at him. "I seriously don't know what to do about this, okay? Or you! You're a mess! But I guess you can bathe...we're gonna have to get you a bath right away! And new clothes! And..."
She shook her head, turning back to the room. "We are so screwed..."
Focusing her attention solely on the room then, she pictured what it was now, and what she wanted it to be. Focused, felt that familiar power swell within her, and willed it outward. If someone asked her how she did it, she would never be able to describe it; the act of illusion casting was just something she'd always been able to do. Before long, the room shimmered faintly as the magic laid over it, and then the room was no longer a bloody, torn up mess, but exactly what it had been before the debacle tonight.