Zenithral raises an eyebrow and gives Alalla a flat expression. "No you're not."
His expression then becomes disturbed at Fenthick's paralysis, shocked at Halla's screams, and terrified at the roar.
"Erevain!" With a wave of his hand, Halla's fallen staff flies to Zenithral, carried in a spectral hand. "Make or find us a place to hide! Alalla, help with Fenthick!"
He turns to Halla and sways from side to side, then leans forward, watching his wife's movements to see if she's following him. "Halla, dearest! I'm here!" he pleads calmly, hands stretched outwards nonthreateningly as he slowly approaches.
Rolls
Persuasion (You're okay! I'm okay! We're okay!) - (1d20+8)
(19) + 8 = 27