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Jolanta gave a humming sound, but didn't really respond to her saying that it was him that she liked and not the one called Tacrith. He'd of preferred it that way... provided of course that the one called Tacrith was worthy of her at least. Otherwise he might have been disapproving of the choice. Instead of saying anything he fetched his water skin and some other supplies, setting to work cleaning the wound out until it seemed at least to his eyes that only blood was flowing from it. Once that was done he saw to wrapping her shoulder tightly with strips of cloth that had once been his the shirt he'd been wearing.

"There, that is as much as I can do but I hope it will tide you over until I can hand you over to someone that has powers beyond my own." Jolanta told the Priestess before he scooped her up into his arms once more, "We are going to bring you back to Doctor Tacrith then. If you say that he can help then he is the one I will see you are handed over to." The man had been be as talented as Priestess Fallon was making him out to be or he'd find someone better himself.

The Alkidike? Well now, at least now he knew who it was exactly who had dared to go after one of the Priestesses. It was one of those extremists that lived across the island that had dared to come here starting trouble? He would need to keep an eye out for that person, to make sure that they didn't attack anyone else. The last thing that he wanted was for anyone else to be laid low by one of those unwanted invaders. That isn't what he should focus on now though, instead he gave her a glance and sad, "It's alright now, we are going back to Pajore to get you properly patched up." He'd done what he could in the field but it was all he could do, meaning he had to get her to someone with real skill.

"Try to rest if you can. If you need a break just tell me." He said to her as he started forward one more, wanting to get her back quickly... or at least as quickly as he could without jostling her. He'd bound the wound which he hoped would help her as far as not bleeding out went, but shaking her up wasn't going to help matters.

As she mentioned being cold to 'Lurin' instead of 'Jola' as she'd called him earlier he found himself wondering if perhaps she was fading back into a lucid state again. It was something that had him quickening his steps a bit once more, "Just hold on, Priestess, we will be back in Pajore in no time." Not quite accurate but he meant to be as fast as he could and once they reached Pajore he put on his most serious face and, as a 'Paladin of the Sanctum' he started to give out orders. Someone needed to go ahead to locate and warn Tacrith of their arrival, someone had to go to the Sanctum with news of what was going on, and someone needed to alert the guards that a dangerous, rogue Alkidike was skulking about.

Once all of that was done he looked down at Fallon and said, "We have arrived home, Priestess. You will be with Tacrith soon."

Jolanta looked down at her, watching her for a moment, but upon there being no signs of her rousing he decided that might be for the best. If she thought that it was Lurin that saved her from her plight then who was he to mess with that? It wasn't as though he were the sort to demand attention or thanks for anything that he did after all. Knowing that the Priestess would be put in better hands, those that could heal her, was more then enough for him. As such, as someone arrived to tell him that they had found the residence of the one called Tacrith he fell into step behind them, following toward where the Doctor could be found.

He would see to it that she was handed off to him, that she was taken care of, and she would let the Doctor know about her hallucinations... and that he shouldn't try to correct her. If it helped her recover thinking that Lurin was on her side, as he likely was as she was Priestess, then that was for the best. Anything if it meant that Priestess Fallon would be back on her feet more quickly.