Eyja stared at the knight who crouched down and raised a hand to . . . touch her? He had a sword, wouldn‘t he use that to strike if his intentions were of a violent nature? Perhaps he just wanted to check if she was OK? Then a foot hit his helmet out of no where before root sprouted out of the floor and threw the man - creature? - against the  door jamb, opening the way for those eager to leave. Funny enough this was the moment where the witch sprang back into action. Her head whipped around to Saryx. „Thank you.“ She breathed, still pale and slightly dizzy. Then she looked to the woman who had cast the fire. Was she also responsible for the roots? As she stood up she weakly smiled at Saryx. „What if he‘s just misunderstood? I had the feeling he was trying to help me.“ She noticed how those who stepped up for her had been women - or at least female. 

With that she turned to the stranger in the armour and slowly went closer, trying to ignore that only a few feet away a man was pinned to the ceiling. „Are you alright?“ The cold was getting more intense as she approached him and she stopped just out of his reach. Weren‘t magical creatures always misunderstood? Also amongst themselves? She fumbled with her long hair, trying to concentrate on the creature before her. Something in her told her this was a really bad idea, but she couldn‘t stop herself. This just was her nature.