Delaena held tightly to Altair. She was in the air again, and the adrenaline was yet again coursing through her veins, but this time the cause was not passion, lust, or joy. There was fear and hatred, anger. War was in the air; she could taste it. Her greatest fear was that the races of Man and Woman would stop fighting together and bicker amongst each other until the lizards had ripped them all to shreds. When they jumped again, she squeezed the man a little more tightly, trying to force the fear and worry out of her body. She was nearly useless when her concerns were lying elsewhere instead of on the task at hand. Her shock shoved the fear away when he pushed her, sending her stumbling towards the ship. She didn't know how to open the door... She looked back at Altair and the approaching foe, and was about to take an offensive stance when he almost magically opened the ship and pushed her in.<br/><br/>She staggered backwards, catching him with one arm when he threw himself after her. When the lizard creature grabbed him, she tried to pull him free until he managed to free himself. She fell back onto the ground with the man on top of her, heavy and unconscious. She could see the writhing limb out of the corner of her eye and shoved Altair off, quickly holding tight to the scaly arm. She sent a surge of power through her own hand, focusing her intent. It fell dead, crumbling into ash.<br/><br/>She shuddered at the act, feeling filthy. Her eyes landed on Altair again. All other things stopped mattering. She knelt beside him and rested her hands on his torso, closing her eyes. The energy flowed through her and into him, hopefully revitalizing and refreshing him. She pulled away after not too long. She wouldn't be able to restore her magic as quickly here; there was no Earth. It occurred to her just how different it was, and her mouth went dry, eyes widening with fear of the unknown.