He knows and dislikes that he's putting her in a tough situation, even briefly. If there were a quicker way to do this, he would, but a god's power is simply not something you can take for granted or wield with such convenience. If it were, he suspects that the power would be greatly diminished.

And as Bishop Bagley had taught him, the way in which one wields a god's benediction can do harm, even with all the best intentions.

So he prays as quickly as he can without sacrificing sincerity. Small lights begin to gather about him, dancing, swirling and causing him to glow. No more than a minute passes before he lifts his head and stands, although it may feel like the longest minute ever for Ethlyn.

"Gracefeel, god of the flame that lights the way..." He readies his spear. "Grant these souls repose and guidance!"

As he thrusts his weapon out, a wave of brilliant light sweeps forward and catches the ghosts and Infected in its wake. It does not harm Ethlyn even if it should happen to pass through her.