Delaena hesitated in her offense when Altair arrived at her side again, but she had to keep fending off the horde. She could focus on healing him once her current job was done; she couldn't risk the lives of many to rescue one... She repeated that to herself in her mind to keep from dropping everything to tend to him, her brow furrowing in concentration. When he spoke, she listened carefully. Beads of sweat were building on her forehead; if she didn't stop soon, she wouldn't have enough strength to heal anyone at all. She wound down, letting the lightning stop and the winds do their own will. Her hands fell to her sides and she breathed heavily, reaching up to push her hair out of her face. She waited until she had caught her breath before speaking.<br/><br/>"I don't think she'd harm him. Not right off the bat, anyways, and not when there's already a battle to be fought. She wouldn't finish him if he were already hurt, either. She likes a fair fight. She likes the chase." She smiled wryly and shrugged. "But, if you don't trust her- and I wouldn't- we can follow them." She looked over at the ship. She'd never seen one like it, except in the old historical documents of their own arrival here. From what she knew, no woman on Eve had ever tried to leave, and there had rarely been any visitors. Those who had arrived had left and spread the tales of their ferocity and vicious fighting. After a few attempts to 'tame' the women, most people gave up and left them in peace.