Dei'Mia held the boy in her arms out so that the Dunmer could have a look at him.  She watched as she felt the healing magic the dark elf used.  She wished she had actually paid atention to the masters when they had tried teaching healing... but it had never interested her.  She preferred throwing the destructive forces of magic around... especially fire.  Maybe should wouldn't have to ask for help if she had actually listened on the right part of the lessons.<br/><br/>The Altmer smiled fro mbehind her helmet when he said the boy would live.  That was such a relief that he would live, he had been hurt so badly.  He was just a kid, and even if she was a stuck up Altmer she wouldn't want to have forced what just happened on any kid, doesn't matter that he was a nord.  She felt the need to protect him, to help.<br/><br/>Of course the dragon roared then and took the attention of everyone, and Dei'Mia held onto the boy just a little tighter as the Dunmer rant to start trying to help deal with the dragon.  Yeah, she knew magic, probably could use it better than the others here.  “Yeah, ok...”  she said, before looking to the group of soldiers and thinking it was probably a good idea to leave the boy with them.  He would be safe with them.<br/><br/>No sooner had she started toward them than they started skattering, followed by many of them being incinerated.  Oh, hell no... She was not taking the boy to them... but they had to bring the thing down, and she remembered the pathetic jet of flame from the orc, she was useless...  She could watch him while Dei'Mia tried helping.  She ran over and shoved the injured boy into the Orcs arms.  “Take care of him Orc, actually make yourself useful.”  She said before going to join the other mage, already focusing her Magicka.<br/><br/>“I think I actually agree with the thieving Wizard... our best chance would be to run and hide... this thing is a Dragon!”  she said, but her hands were moving down to her side, a fire already burning between her fingers, the beginning of a Firebolt.    Though as she looked at how the arrows were hitting the dragons armored body, she looked for somewhere else to hit.  The call for aiming for the wings actually sounded like a good Idea.<br/><br/>Deimia moved away from the group to have a good line of sight before letting the firebolt fly, aimed at the wings.  One reason she had been allowed to train as a spell sword was her accuracy with her spells, she rarely missed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>