The priestess narrowed her eyes. "Delaena," she said suddenly. "My name is Delaena... And you need to rest or you'll collapse. Magic can only do so much." She made no effort to stop him, and nodded her head. "I appreciate your offer of protection. If the offer stays true, I thank you." She was skeptical that any man would go to the effort of protecting anything to do with her kind. They'd... crashed? Hmm. That was interesting... but what were they doing there?<br/><br/>"Be careful out there. The other Women won't hesitate to kill you for sport. I can't heal a dead creature." She lifted her chin with an air of authority. She knew she was right. They would hunt him and kill him, and Gods knew what else. She watched the man. He fascinated her... Their shape was so different. Obviously, they were entirely different races... weren't they?