Aeotha tried to stare down the both of them, if Elemmire attacked her directly again she would not spare the woman a second thought. But Skandra called for her to move, and she had no time to argue it. She did not want Fiaethe to die, nor did Aeotha want anyone else in this square except Drow to die. Aeotha was moving as quickly as she could, she knelt back down on the ground beside Fiaetha and quickly muttered the correct prayer under her breath. Her fingers glowed a violent white even as a blast of wind hit all of them. Fiaethe needed to be healed so she could move. Bones snapped back into correct place but no pain lingered as she took hold of the other elf. Even Aeotha's finger snapped into place, but it was painful, her head simply stopped bleeding but the wound was still there.
Other Priestesses were grabbing wounded and Paladin's were moving from the ground and taking places around her. Those were her Paladins, only a handful compared to those which fell into the lines on the wall. But a handful was what she needed. They moved when Drow did, they stuck while Aeotha tended to Fiaethe. There was only so much she could concentrate on, so Aeotha pulled the woman to her feet along with her.
"We need to go." She yelled over the wind. "Don't argue with me. I'm stronger in the temple than I am out here, and we will take as many with us. Falling away from the wall is our only choice right now." Another drow fell under the weight of a Paladin's sword. Blood was thick on the ground now, so many dead. More dying. Priestesses shrieking prayers and everyone looking toward the column that was still moving. A Paladin took Fiaethe by the waist while muttering his own gruff apology and pulled the woman behind Aeotha and him.
"A wall." She said to the Priestess closest to her. The call moved through them, all of those that were closest to Aeotha and Fiaethe, not more than seven. Seven would do for now. Fall back, and regroup. It was a horrible thought, Aeotha would have preferred to stay in the square alone. To deal with her once friends. Skandra was doing the unthinkable by standing between Fiaethe and Elemmire, and Aeotha could acknowledge that later. Right now she was worried for everyone here. She and the Priestesses close enough were murmuring a prayer, once again a shield of white light sprang around them. Buffeting away strikes from remaining drow, as well as arrows that shot at them.
Aeotha was backing up, as were the rest of them. They needed to get to the temple, but none of them could afford to run. There were still Elves in that square, and the Paladins were moving to catch drow on lances and swords whenever one of them came around the side of the shield.