"...do you want me to read relevant passages from Her holy book?"

"Yes."

He goes and gets the Acts, considers which part to read, and gets to the part where she's talking about deciding not to conquer Belkzen even though having orcs next door will permanently tie up people at the border because orcs predictably attempt raids. This made a lot of people very angry and was widely regarded as a bad move. Iomedae explains (in epic poetic verse): with Arazni they could probably have taken Urgir; the Shining Crusade could likely have conquered the whole area and all the orcs within it - and it would have amounted to a genocide, killing many young and innocent orcs along with the guilty and dangerous ones, and dissolving into murder wherever the institutional knowledge of the conquerors failed to cover orcs and their needs and cultures and histories, which would be almost everywhere. Killing innocent people is Evil even if you haven't thought of any alternatives that seem more appealing than killing the innocent people.

"Metal heads don’t have childhoods. They hatch ready to kill and they are dark-eco-tainted beasts every one of whom kills for fun."

"I have no wish to impugn your honesty but I am commanded to require a high standard of confidence before I kill anyone."

"And what would give you that confidence?"

"Confirmation from my seniors" he doesn't technically have superiors who can give him orders and there is probably a great reason to do this objectively awful thing to him, "in the Church."

Erol makes a contemptuous face. "You'll work at the hospital, then. Unless and until they breach the walls and you fight them anyway, or die."

"Understood."

Erol may not be happy about this but Blai is probably valuable enough as a healer to justify letting him do that and not, say, kidnapping him to transform him into a living weapon. At least until Praxis decides otherwise. He'll fly Blai to the hospital himself.

This is a novel form of flight.

Erol explains the situation to hospital staff and warns them not to gossip in front of Blai.

Well, Blai supposes he would not have been any friendlier to someone who showed up at his fort and didn't want to fight demons. Worse, maybe, if they weren't doing anything to shelter under the treaty at all, though healing does count as contributing enough to - this is not the Worldwound, which is closed, and he should get on figuring out where a good room to do channels in might be and what the supply of blind, deaf, and diseased people looks like.

They arrange healing logistics. There are a fair number of horrific contaminated bite wounds. Also one of the orderlies is some kind of purple-furred nonhuman.

He can have hospital food and a hospital bed and a suddenly-less-busy nurse invites him to play a two-person video game about abstract shapes trying to destroy each other's fortifications.

He is not much help with the contamination part, though at least a wound closed by positive energy tends to close with foreign matter on the outside and not on the inside, or it'd be much more dangerous to use in combat; so if he gets to them quick enough they stand a much improved chance.

This game-medium is Very Strange but the game itself does appeal once he's out of channels and spells.

The nurse gives their name as Kaz and will play several rounds in between paperwork (on some kind of hologram-projecting device) and helping with other patients who have problems Blai is less useful for.

If Blai doesn’t mind the hospital amenities or try to leave nothing terrible will happen for a couple of days.

He does not have high standards for amenities and if the local authorities want the cleric in the hospital that's not even slightly confusing as a deployment decision.

There's - well, there's a lot that there wouldn't be in a Worldwound fort. Strange machines. Pristine plumbing. Lights in the ceiling of every room. No familiar species. Everything is incredibly clean and no one is prestidigitating anything. In point of fact, no one has a visible spellbook or casts a spell where he can see them. There are just so many objects that produce illusions or beep or - things. All sorts of things. He might incidentally learn that the people in red armor are the Krimzon Guard (and that they're feared and hated and absolutely desperately needed), that the furry purple people are lurkers (and mostly slaves), and that the most popular sport in the city is racing (and that people die in the races).

After a couple of days, there's apparently a massacre. A score or so of Krimzon Guards are brought in, some dead on arrival, all of them with punctures and gashes and dents in their red armor. The blood they're covered in sparkles faintly with something purplish and electric and everyone goes to great lengths not to touch them and not to let Blai touch them either.

Stabilize can be cast at range. He doesn't touch them while no one can explain the safety precautions but if they're breathing on arrival they will stay that way.

They leave the KGs in a cluster on the roof near the helipad where the ambulances land, bring out a couple of other patients on floating platforms to hover above them, and arrange another floating platform for Blai. They can send the KGs through the showers once they can walk.

The hospital staff are afraid. This isn’t normal - it didn’t take long enough for the wounded to arrive, and the wounds aren’t quite right for any kind of metal head. The soldiers, once they’re conscious, ask each other if they know what happened to "the monster."

When everybody's arranged in place he channels.

No one is immediately going to try to explain anything to Blai. It's just that everyone who saw what happened is terrified, or angry, or despairing, or jittery and speculating compulsively. (Or shushing anyone who tries to speculate in front of Blai.)

They're not very good at information security but he's not going to deliberately sabotage their feeble attempts at it just to demonstrate this.

Eventually Kaz asks him if some kind of horrible monster could have been teleported into the city in the same teleportation accident as Blai.

Headshake, but, like, a slow confused one where he's not totally sure.