Delaena was beginning to wonder if she'd ever find the crash site, then she smelled it. The scent of burning mechanics... Wrinkling her nose, the priestess pressed forward, pulling the hood up to cover her dark hair and part of her face. She pulled the wool tighter around her, covering up the white robe of the order that she served. She slowed, drawing nearer and nearer, her blood rushing in her ears. Maybe this was a mistake. Just because one man hadn't tried to attack didn't mean that the rest were like him. Her mouth dried, her tongue felt like sandpaper. She'd come too far to turn back, though.<br/><br/>Movement caught her attention and she ducked down behind a bush, peeking out from behind the leaves. It was him! Unbidden, a smile broke out on her face. Delaena quickly wiped it away, rubbing her cheeks with her fingertips, then emerged from the brush. She did so slowly, with her hands raised, so as not to cause alarm.<br/><br/>"It's me, Delaena. I came to see if I can help, particularly in the way of healing."