The center of healing in the city should have been organized and as efficient as they could make it, not a chaotic and panicked mess. This was going to affect the wall and the men who stood on it. That made her nervous. Fiaethe was concerned for her own life, but that had to do with personal vows, not Terestai. Fiaethe was dancing on a line that she had not often entertained -- despite what her life was or wasn't worth...she committed to seeing the right side of this siege prevail.
This had to stop soon, for the sake of the soldiers. And she wasn't sure what she was going to do to see to that.
Witnessing part of the roof disappear under the strange attack from the alchemist forced the thought in her head: her commitment didn't make her valuable. All of this otherworldly chaos was crashing down around them -- a man who could disintegrate people and structures, Drow who should have been extinct, and a prophet of Lorien protecting her...she who had been the most secular High Elvish monarch in the South...! Fiaethe banned temple involvement in the Holy Wars, allowed alchemy, acknowledged the Houses of other Gods...Lorien's temples despised her, no matter how Ordaezel prospered.
Fiaethe's situation now seemed almost ridiculous. She had not been a Queen in over fifteen years. She was dependent on Astarii. Where was her value? The High Priestess, Leironuoth and Iluvatar were tied to the country and held high offices. An assassination of any of those three would severely hurt Ramga's opposition and damage Lorien's presence in Astarii. Fiaethe was clever and experienced, her blood was prized for the history behind it, she powerful in the way a Caesareas might be, but...she had nothing and no one. If Iluvatar died, someone was sure to kill her.
So why? Why come after her so strongly? Why come with Drow? She wanted to ask this of one of the corpses on the ground. She wanted to laugh. For the first time in a very long time, Fiaethe could honestly say she had no idea what was going on.
Light and arrows and bursts of blood exploded around her, but failed to touch her because she did as the High Priestess asked. Her sharp blue green eyes watched the High Priestess' back as she threw up another barrier. Unless a catastrophic mass of shadow appeared again, the Drow didn't have a hope of touching Fiaethe while she stood so close to Aeotha. It seemed silly and a bit of a waste, didn't it, to send Drow into the High Priestess' city?