Athera had been trying to stay out of the mess that was happening with creatures and people running around with metal weapons with their faces obscured. She'd been out when these people had arrived and had failed miserably at not getting involved. She had fried a creature with a knock of her staff against the ground, relieved - once again - that her connection to the Fade was as strong as ever, and headed back towards the apartments.
When she arrived at the building, she saw what looked like the arms of a demon wrapped around men she knew to be the enemy, slamming them into the floor and then retreating once all the men in the immediate area were unconscious or, possibly, dead. Curiosity got the better of her and, flexing her grip on her staff just in case she needed to defend herself, she came closer to see a young man sitting on the steps exhausted and bleeding.
He was injured. She recognised him from having seen him walking around so she knew he was someone, like her, who had been brought here by The Entity. But there was blood running down his arm and whatever creature he had summoned forth had gone so Athera moved closer, a little less hesitant. It didn't seem like he had used blood magic, and Varric had been very clear that there weren't many people from their world even here and that magic, alchemy (science) and what the future-people called Technology were working very closely together here. Some people had powers she couldn't even dream of.
"Uh-" she started, "are you alright?"
She moved a little closer. "You're injured. I can help, if you'd like?" She was, after all, a healer as much as she was a fighter. Her Keeper had ensured she was trained in the basics of the healing arts, able to use her magic for the good of her Clan. "I could heal that up for you quickly. Are you hurt anywhere else? I saw you- um- dispatch those men. Do you know what's happening?" Because honestly, Athera had no idea.