Of course. That must've been it. Only possible explanation.

Rallying admirably, Kalaya straightens - her hand unclenching from the sword and, completely unintentionally, taking a step back from the priestess who was getting oh too close.

"Yes! Safety! Right." she replies. "As Knights of the Thorn, we'll gladly assist you and the god-chosen. Petony-phraya here will--"

Turning and spotting the look on her companion's face, KAlaya starts and frowns. 

"Petony-phraya will, of course, help too. After all, a knight is sworn to [i]protect [/i]the weak. Not to size them up like a piece of meat."