Swapping her sword to her left hand the faun matriarch told Veridian mentally to keep going.
Make him more angered, she told, Keep him with you, burn him more and I will get Delath from under the paw.
There was no reply from the enraged Veridian, just a short feeling of affirmation. Philomel took that to mean that he was comfortable with her suggestion, if it was a suggestion. More it was a statement, of what she was going to do. Almost, it was an order, a significant piece of information that was a fact of what both parties were going to do, as Philomel took charge, the heart of the trio, and the improviser in this situation.
Veridian continued to feverishly struggle to find flesh, pulling out now huge chunks of fur, blood beginning to come away as he did so. His body began to become splattered with flecks of it, but the flames surrounding him licked them up before it could touch his body. Also did they fires finally catch the rabbit's own fur. Before, perhaps it had been that the creature had some form of resistance, a flame proof mechanism built up in its keratin. But now, as time had gone on and the magical embers, born from the one tenth of a fire elemental's soul residing in Veridian's body, were catching up with the rabbit's own. It was earth with fire against a darker light, the magic and blessing of Drys apparently against the influence of the forest.
Desperately Philomel pushed at Delath's body, trying to lend him her strength to get back at least onto two paws and crawl away. Wounded, however, he moaned and she quietened him with a quick, "shush." He huffed and nosed at her before using his claws to scratch at the earth as she tried to support him under the heaviness of his upper torso.
He shook with oncoming weakness, and she could feel the drain of energy still leaking from him. Whatever the light had done, it had not been just a temporary thing. With time running out and her own anxiety beginning to settle in for both Delath and Veridian now, she thought quickly about what needed to be done.