He should've figured out that something like that might happen.
As they approach, some people emerge from the temple itself and approach the group. One notices the flopped Deskyl and goes back inside again, emerging with a stretcher.
"What happened?" Asks someone.
"There is apparently some weird magical interaction going with the unconscious woman." Temple answers to the temple person, realizing the potential wordplay belatedly. "Is any of the Vaesteri triplets here yet? I am friend and I think they would want to take a look at this personally."
"Okay. Names?" They wordlessly offer the stretcher for Deskyl. "Are you alright? Can you dismiss the metallic skin?" They ask DZ.
"I am Temple Grayward."