She stood in a daze as the village came to life at the sound of the bells call, men in armor rushing to their positions as others dashed past her into the sanctuary of the chantry. Limbs shaking, whether from her own exhaustion or the fear of what the night would bring, Lee stood helplessly midst the chaos. What was she supposed to do, stay and help the healers or fight? She could not heal like Noah could but— she was frightened, terrified really, of fighting out there. Her powers could hurt more than just their enemies.
Drawing in a shuddering breath as precious seconds ticked by she desperately tried to figure out what to do. The sound of a child squalling close by shook her from her stupor. Blinking she glanced around for the poor thing and soon found it clutched to its mother’s bosom as the frantic woman ran for the welcoming light of the chantry. Swallowing as mother and child passed her Lee spun around once more, mind made up, and darted across the stone hall to her small bag of possessions.
Hands flew through the air, hastily ripping chainmail from the dark recess of her pack and with one call she had a woman helping her don the armor as quickly as possible. Hauberk in place and secure she nodded in satisfaction. Whispering her thanks to the woman next to her she turned to grab her sword before racing across the hall once more to the rapidly closing chantry doors.
Falling back against the doors took a deep breath, trying to ease her rapidly beating heart into some semblance of calm. Tremors were still rippling through her but now it had nothing to do with her earlier exhaustion. Hand spasming she reached for the comforting hilt of her sword. She could do this, she could fight. Choking on a nervous laugh she pushed off from the doors and carefully took a step forward. Then another.
No matter what happened, no matter what awaited her this night she was going to help these people. She might not be able to heal them like Noah but she could, her magic could help them with what lay in the dark.