Delaena glared at the war mistress. She turned her attention back to Altair. She'd dealt with reactions like this before, mostly from animals, but still similar. She was confident that she could handle it.<br/><br/>Carefully, the priestess inched forward. As soon as she was close enough, she knelt by him, just out of arms reach, and began to murmur soft, gentle words. "Shhh," she whispered, carefully reaching out to touch him. "It's alright. Do you know my voice?" Judging by his movements, she could only guess that for some reason, he couldn't see. She'd have to go by touch and sound if she was going to get him to calm down with any help from herself. "It's Delaena. I've helped you before. Will you let me help you now?" She kept her voice gentle, ignoring everyone else in the area, ignoring the steel and pretending that she was in her temple.