<em>The knight whirls and spins, trying to dodge the spray of spores, flying backwards once she's sure the vampiric plant has been vanquished... for now. She's learned, over the years, that no death, however permanent-seeming, is far from certain.<br/><br/>That dirty job done, she returns to the girl, and, smiling gently, picks her up again.<br/><br/>"I trust you to be you, and when you aren't you, I'll do my best to help you get back to yourself. I'm a paladin of Sune, not of Tyr or Torm or Lathander, even... We're taught compassion before martial prowess."<br/><br/>As she speaks, the red-haired warrioress flies in the direction of the wailing, still healing her wounds, before preparing to expend another burst of divine energy.<br/><br/>"Do you retain any of the capabilities of before, or...?"</em>