The woman in his arms finally began to stir and Donta breathed a sigh of relief.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Is it me or are you one giant moogle?"</span>she muttered. It made him smile and she groaned to sit up. Donta's head snapped up when he suddenly sensed many presences, and a young Gria appeared in the door, dressed similarly to himself.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"A medical team is on it's way here as we speak, Did you see who caused this?"</span>she asked. Donta shook his head.<br/><br/>"I just got here myself." he said. He heard the Viera woman mutter some more, then she grasped her head in pain, screaming from the torture. Donta was able to see the newly formed symbol on her hand. He knew what it meant, but did not know which deity had chosen her. He felt the presence in his mind become agitated, like it was upset at the sight of the symbol.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Quetzalcoatl."</span>it muttered. This was the God's temple after all. Scenarios began forming in Donta's head. Perhaps raiders tried to steal a sacred item from here? Someone really hated Quetzalcoatl? Or perhaps the last thought that went through his head was the reason, but he dismissed it quickly. No one besides people chosen by the Esper Gods would know that people are being chosen in the first place. There couldn't possibly be a way to force one to pick you regardless. It's not like someone could 'take' Quetzalcoatl from it's temple anyway, right?<br/><br/>This girl with wings wore the nation's symbols on her clothing, making Donta believe she was a part of some official ninja clan, perhaps a military one. Donta had heard about Nations using ninja for military purposes, but Vvardenfell had no need for military, or rather, the inclusion of High Moogles in their tiny clan...<br/><br/>The girl screamed before him and he grabber her shoulders, he could feel her tensing in pain and she strained to remain sitting up. Not knowing what else to do, he closed his eyes and concentrated, his pom began to glow brightly. He leaned down and it touched her on the forehead, then the pain and suffering she felt, flowed into him instead. She was right to scream, it was overwhelming. His own body tensed trying to withstand it. He tried to take all of her pain but at least he got most of it. When he was done, the one knee that was raised had fallen to the floor and he even had to put a hand on the floor to hold himself up. His eyes remained closed tightly, trying to cope with the pain that was slowly starting to go away, the pom on his head lost its glow.<br/><br/>"F-feeling better?" he muttered, "Do you remember anything?"