Delaena's jaw dropped. The rivers had never brought her something like that. She stared at the arrival, and froze.<br/><br/>A man. This was a man...<br/><br/>She bristled and narrowed her eyes, waiting to fight. Her hands clenched into fists and she took on a  defensive stance, waiting for the man to rise. When he didn't, she frowned and lowered her hands. The priestess took a step forward, trying to get a better look. He'd obliterated that tree, but somehow she had an idea that that wasn't of his own physical strength.<br/><br/>"He's hurt," she said, immediately dropping her fighting stance and rushing to the man's side. A foolish move, perhaps, but she couldn't just let him lie there. She examined him without touching him first. "I can't see enough, I have to get him to the temple." Despite her softer appearance from most of her kind, she was about as strong as any of them, and lifted the man with ease. she looked at the War Mistress. "This one is under my protection, at least until he's healthy." She turned her back on the other woman and headed back up the slope to her temple, laying the man on the firmer ground, on his back. She touched his face gently, tilting his head this way and that, then worked her hands down his body, pressing gently with her palms to feel for internal bleeding or broken bones. Alarmingly enough, he seemed mostly unharmed.<br/><br/>Delaena knelt beside the man and rested her hands on his chest, closing her eyes. She summoned her healing magicks, letting them pass through her hands and into his body to repair the damage done.