A mixture of annoyance and confusion raised Gwendolyns eyebrow to the absolute peak. You could almost see the vein on her forehead about to pop. 

"What in Avasha's Golden Beak are you talking about, Get your head in the game or I'm really going to give you a potion final ok!? Look, Fish managed to capture light...nings in a bottle, so if we can just get out of here we're golden. Fish, good work, sorry, but we had to gas some people. Hope you werent planning on coming back."

    Actually, even if HE specifically came back he would probably be good? It's not like anyone saw the sneaky little bugger. Oh well, just another vacation spot they would have to take off the map. She offered the Tiefling a hand to pull them up sharply.

"Come now, we only have a little while before people start waking up" she whispered harshly. "We got everything right? That last little light thing was it? They're probably gonna be pissed we took their little miracles with us"

    Morrigans carriage was back at the bottom of the hill, only the one errant guard who hadn't followed them to the infirmary stood in their path, no way to goof this up now. At least for the next minute or so that the crowd remained asleep.

"Fish has no care or respect for those that need gods or faith to shelter behind...." They turn their head to Morrigan. "Once more Fish has to do all the actual work." A joke? A little ribbing? Hard to tell, but Gwen and Morrigan are handed a vial with a lightling in it.

"Most of this is likely just the benefit of actual medical care and what Fish describes as the Placebo Effect. This would only have minimal healing benefits if any, not miracles." Fish flicks their feet to shake off the water before tucking their lightling away.

They are ready to leave when the others are.

“Perhaps my head would have been more in the game if I had not been in the throes of a drug-induced hallucinatory dream!” Morrigan snipped back in reply as the pulled themselves to their feet with Lady Gwendolyn’s help. “And yes, yes, excellent and efficient job as always, Fish. I doubt those lightlings hold any medicinal properties too, but they sure are sparkly. I bet you they’d make a good catalyst for light-based potions.”

At the mention that they didn’t have much time before the guards woke up, Morrigan straightened. “Leave that to me.” They raised their fingers to their mouth, letting out a sharp whistle that echoed through the air. There was a beat of silence, no doubt where the other two wondered if Morrigan’s mind was still addled from sleep. But a moment later, a large, red drake descended through the sky, landing in front of them.

“Bubbles!” Morrigan cheered, throwing their arms around the Drake’s neck. The dragon let out a chirp, waving his tail behind him. Turning to Gwendolyn and Fish, Morrigan ushered for the two to climb aboard the dragon’s back. “Come along. The guard outside can’t reach us if we’re making an escape in the sky. I’ll drop down into my wagon and ride away before he can get me. Bubbles knows where to take you -“ A specified inn a couple miles away, “- And I’ll meet you there.”

Assuming the other two complied, escape would be rather easy. Sure, they’d burned bridges (and left behind a rather singed, angry guard) but honestly, who really cared about some stuffy old church, anyways? What matters was that they’d pulled off a successful heist and gotten their hands on a new potion component.

Morrigan wondered how they could incorporate this into a new glitter bomb.