The Priestess shook her head. Too much to deal with... she leaned on her sword as she slumped on her ass. Her High Priest... working with the fiends? Her faith shattered with that. How could her patron god allow that blasphemy to happen? And now one of her rescuers was born of fiends herself. Sure, she seemed on the side of good but not truly understanding how all of this was possible and not fully trusting either. Her mind was awash of confusing, contradictory emotions. She sobbed, angry but sobbed quietly non the less. She leaned on her sword and stood up. Breathed in a deep breath and sighed it out. The group, even the Tiefling whom she would normally be suspicious of, has been nothing but heroic in the face of these fiends killing her congregation. She owed them her life and their lives as well. The least she could do is lend her support.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Let me heal you... and lend my sword to your fight... please.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>