Delaena started at the sound of the woman's voice. Her blood chilled and she froze, hands tight on Altair's arms. "Put me down," she whispered, eyes wide with terror. If the War Mistress found him... She didn't even care about her own punishment. She would take a thousand lashings, until her flesh was flayed from her bones, before letting anything happen to this man. Maybe it was just the energy pulsing inside her, she wasn't sure. She'd never felt this level of devotion, for anyone other than the gods that she served.<br/><br/>She made quick work of her robe, lacing up the front. She lifted the plain blanket off the bed, revealing a space under that might be big enough for the man to crawl under. "You need to hide. If she finds you, she will kill you. You have no idea what an angry woman can do. Please," her voice was barely audible, but her eyes pleaded with him with utmost sincerity. She called to the War Mistress through the door.<br/><br/>"Forgive me, Mistress, but there are no laws against a priestess seeking a little privacy. Excuse me while I dress." She paused and waited for a chance to slip out of the room without the woman seeing what she was hiding. She smoothed down her hair and stepped out. "And as I am a priestess, not a warrior, I am not under such commands that may forbid me as such. What is it you need? Have you not tracked where the men had crashed? I thought that's what you had run off to do when that..." she frowned. "That thing showed up."