Deanora sat all comfy like on Castor's lap, an arm draped along her slave's shoulders as she looked to Streban as he admnished them to do their b est against the foe. She bowed her head to him, acknowledging her willingness to give her all to the fight and then asking, "Is there some ritual that I might assist in that can give our forces an edge? Something specifically targeted to lessen the efficiency of said artilery and siege engines?" Not the most accomplished warrior, she wanted to contribute to the effort as best she could and though she'd man the battlements, her true skill lay elsewhere.