The woman with dark hair and sapphire eyes dressed in leather took his hand.  "I do well enough Christophe, I'm Shalimar."  Her eyes took in the quality of his dress, a quick appraisal of his entire being it seemed as he greeted Eril in the same manner.  Anything else was ceased as the blinding light seemed to tear through the very walls of the house.  Squinting her eyes shut hard, she placed an arm over them which she didn't drop until she heard the door open.  Since Christophe was aiding the cleric, she went to the door to peek in at the child but left the way clear for her mother and simply offered her presence if it was needed.