Delaena stared in the small, tarnished mirror for some moments before taking a deep breath. Her curiosity was becoming very nearly insatiable. The priestess was so... fascinated. And, if one man had come to her wounded, surely there were more. He'd said their vessel had crashed. Her skills would be welcomed, she was sure. Pulling a dark grey robe from where it hung off the back of her door, she draped herself and headed out of the temple. She patted Sarah's panther between the ears. "Stay here," she said to it gently, closing the doors of her temple behind her.<br/><br/>She paused as soon as she exited. How far had they been? Not too far, she hoped. She knelt and pressed a hand to the ground. It vibrated under her touch, and after a moment she had her direction. She didn't know the distance, but she knew the direction. Checking that her knife was at her hip, the woman set off through the trees.<br/><br/>Ever so often she would stop and listen again, to the ground, the trees. She also made sure to add leaves of this and that that she needed anyways for her workings, tucking them into a pocket sewn inside her cloak. Her steps were light. Priestesses had little to fear- the huntresses usually had to run or fight back against the beasts they encounter, and warriors usually had the same. Most of the creatures of Eve knew that the priestesses, however, only hunted them for sacrifice or necessity. Men, though... she knew little of them. She didn't know if they would jump her as soon as they heard her, so she was careful to avoid stepping where she may alert them to her presence.