Alionna remained leaning against her wall her eyes closed and her arms folded over her chest, she ignored the demons invitation, not out of spite but simply because she did not see. The priestess was meditating still when the would-be leader approached her, she opened an eye and saw blood on the monks shoulder. The elf stood up straight giving Feon her full attention, she looked at the wound and saw it wasn't as serious as it looked. She was tempted to tell the monk to just clean the wound and wrap it but she ignored her cruel thought and hovered her hand over the wound, golden light radiated from the woman's hand and Feon would feel the pain ease as the wound closed not with no trace of scarring.

The elf looked around and found the paladin had changed into common clothes, it must've been hot in all that metal, she did not envy the girl when it came to the heavy plate. Alionna looked at her own ropes, they had been enchanted to burn off detritus so they were fairly clean for now. She shrugged off the thought and but herself back in the situation. She looked around once more and notice there weren't as many dead as the other towns she came across. It seemed that the group was able to help many of the folk out before they met an unfortunate end and a mindless servitude to the betrayer. She would take the small victory to heart, she would have to hold on to any hope she could to keep on moving forward.