Reira frowns- and even winces as some of the birds are struck by weapons and debris, but urges them forward all the same. "...Wind!" she calls next, allowing at least some of them to weave around what comes forward, or perhaps even send the things off course instead.

But then. Then the miasma comes. Held in Iricel's bubble, she's relatively safe- for now. But what's outside of course is not so much the same. One of the sprites from within chitters- the moon reflects the sun! She's protected her from blight before, in the past, for a reason!

"Moon!" It's only a little bit- and mostly for the birds, ultimately. They're already under an umbrella of influence from the sprites. It's just easier. But it does mean that they can help a little more with fighting the creatures alongside the Suneater, or with protecting others in the field.

Jonathan meanwhile darts forward as fast and bullheadedly as possible. He can hear people he loves screaming- he can hear people who hated him cursing. He can hear all sorts of things, but he forces himself forward. He faced similar matters while facing the collective herald that had risen up from humanity itself, he reminds himself. The bat, so small, so puny, streaks to its target as a miniscule bolt of light-

Until finally he strikes something of the Suneater, releasing all the radiance he's gathered on the flight there.

Without a doubt, he idly and tiredly thinks, he's going to have to do this again.