She stood there frozen to her place as suddenly all hell had broken loose. She felt the strong grip on her shoulder from the rogue before he swiftly rescued her. She couldn't believe what he had done,<i>why would he try and save her?</i>She looked down and the severely wounded man, the rogue asking her to heal his body. Suddenly a guard started screaming at them, and somewhere from the crowds down at the bank a person was shouting as well. She looked like she was about to cry, her face pulled into a grimace of some sorts. Though hearing the pained moans of the man on the ground she kneeled down and whispered softly.<br/><br/>"I'm so sorry, but I have to heal your wounds, unless you are bound to die" She looked reluctant, but rubbed her hands together, as she began chanting her words softly. Her whole appearance lighting up from a strange light within her body, as she glided her hands over the mans wounds. She closed her eyes, blocking out the pained screams and the cringing movements of the limps  stretching and contracting. She knew it hurted him, the light would feel like a burning pain trough every vein and muscle in his body. She felt it too, but in time she had grown numb to the pain, and felt only the warmth that would surge over her bones. She opened her eyes to look at his flesh wounds, the glass being pulled out and the flesh mended like a gruesome display of clay-dough being pushed together by invisible hands.<br/><br/>After every wound was mended she stood up and re-adjusted her robes, looking up to the rather furious looking guard, a display of holy light within the walls of Undercity was definitely not appreciated, no matter what circumstance. She looked back at the deathknight, only to become more and more concerned. \the look of troublesome thoughts that seem to mirror trough her blue lighting orb-eyes was giving her a bad feeling. And as she wiped of her wing-like pauldrons, that still seemed to have an afterglow of the whole ordeal she looked back to the rogue, a hint of desperation into her eyes told him that she had no clue what to do. "I'm so sorry..." She whispered softly in his ears, standing just close enough for only him to hear. "That I got you into all this trouble.." She looked down on the ground, all of her pride and confidence she had, while smiling just a few minutes ago were completely gone, leaving her slouched and bent forward just like every undead in this light-forsaken place.<br/><br/>"I'm very sorry for the disturbance sir, but I have to say that this is all my fault. This man here..." She pointed down at the now sitting upright man, while he was trying to hide his illegal wares from the guard, his cloak desperately revealing it from sight rather badly. "He seemed endangered by my appearance and felt like defending himself, unfortunately his threat towards my being got him fallen over and crushed by his wine... " She didn't mention the fact the rogue had protected her, her eyes looking down at that lie, only to prevent from anyone surrounding her to get into trouble. "I... unfortunately.. had to use my.. uhm.. -magic-.. to prevent him from further suffering from his wounds." She remained quiet, her flickering gaze going back and forth to the troubling and concerning quietness of the deathknight, and back to the guard that seemed to be filled with hatred, his yellow orb eyes burning furious into her skin.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>