The splintering wood caused the soldier part of Esailia's mind to kick in, halting any conversation. As she whirled to face the new threat, shield raised, a command for the group to get behind her on her lips, she saw Rintor already on top of the situation....literally. She didn't ask questions, her mind jumping from containing the event to making sure they weren't surprised again. The Mithra turned outward, her gaze flying around the nearby area for any sign of possible ambush or attack, not caring about finding out what caused the crash at that moment, since she'd be informed eventually.