"Just take me to whomever needs me." She pulled off her cloak and laid it on the ground, out of the way. It would be safe there, and she didn't want it falling in the way of her hands. "I don't often use medicines or poultices when it comes to things so life-threatening. They work too slowly." She rubbed her hands together briskly, preparing herself for whatever she might see, breathing deeply to calm her racing pulse. She knew she was good at what she did, and the priestess would do anything to help a wounded creature- even if that creature was a man.<br/><br/>In the back of her mind, she wondered what the war mistress was up to. It worried her. She could be planning an attack, and for some reason, Delaena's heart chilled at that thought. She didn't want to watch these people suffer. She didn't want to watch Altair suffer. She shook her head. There was no sense in feeling anything for him... she'd just saved him.<br/><br/>She cleared her throat and pushed her dark hair out of her eyes. "Who is in the most drastic need of healing?" she asked, eyes scanning the site.