Samora's eyes widened in fear she wouldn't try to hide if she knew how.  They pleaded with the hobgoblin, and--not knowing his languege--she could only entreat him in common, "Please protect me."<br/><br/>She fell back to Aylin and touched her side while singing out an entreaty to the concept of life, offering herself to the posotive material plane as a channel for it's strength to heal her friend.<br/><br/><em>Diplomacy Check 13<br/>Cure Light Wounds: 8</em><br/>