Delaena almost laughed. "I listened to the earth, that's all." It never really occurred to her that such a thing might be a foreign concept. Certainly, not all the women had that certain talent, but almost all of them knew of it, at least. Shrugging it off, she followed. There were people to tend to. She kept behind the man, peering over his shoulder to see what she had to deal with. "I'm glad to see you, too," she said with a small smile.<br/><br/>She steeled herself. This was no time to be soft, there were wounded people to take care of. That was what she did, what she loved above all else. She took a deep breath and gave Altair's hand a gentle squeeze. She was nervous, but she trusted him. A voice in the back of her mind hoped she wasn't being led into a trap, but she was confident that that wasn't the case. Her free hand reached up and pulled back her hood so that her vision wasn't obscured at the sides. She needed to be sure that nothing was coming at her- just in case.