"We're just glad we got here before these creatures caused you any harm," Iradir said. While a rescue wasn't really part of the plan, the cleric was always happy to help someone get out of a bad situation, as long as they deserved the help. As far as he could tell, the woman, 'Amber', had done nothing to not deserve their aid. Well, perhaps casting her spell in a way that could have effected himself and Uria was a little risky, but given the state that the mites had put her in, it could be forgiven.<br/><br/>When she indicated that she was going to change, Iradir did avert his gaze, though not because of any complaints in regards to how she looked. It was just the proper thing to do in his mind. "Anyway, I'd say we could certainly use the help of a sorceress," the aasimar said. "Did the mites wound you in anyway?" He asked, wondering if he would need to use any of his magic to heal her. The cleric almost cursed himself for being a little too eager. She was very pretty and it was a little distracting, but he was genuinely concerned that she may have been done any harm during or after her capture.