Nayoki stands and guards the mouth of the tent, her expression flat and hard. 

One after another, the injured people are restored to complete health.

Promise ducks out of the tent. "Anyone else?"

There are another handful of walking wounded who seem to be slightly less utterly terrified, now, and willing to approach her.

Leareth waits. He tried to talk to one of the Adepts at first and got a blank wide-eyed stare, so he's giving them time to absorb things. 

Well, she's not going to tell people that this is the same amount of staring that will also let her injure them by magic if she ever suddenly wants to do that, so they can keep getting gradually less scared. She just stares at them and heals.

Three of the five people healed in the tent are Leareth's, a cook and two mage-researchers. Nayoki sits with them, trying to be reassuring, and quickly ascertained that, almost certainly, no one else got out alive. She's pretty upset about that, and angry, but it doesn't seem helpful to yell at the Tayledras right now, so she bites her lip and stays silent. 

And eventually everyone is Healed, and most of them are standing around in a semicircle, looking at Promise. 

One of them, a man in green robes with long white hair steps forward. "What do you want?" 

"What do you want? I didn't do anything to you and you showed up and started murdering people."

They seem to have no idea how to respond to that. The man just blinks at her and then looks down at the snow. 

"You came here on the orders of your Goddess, no?" Leareth says, quietly. 

"Yes." 

"And then She gave you new orders to stand down?" 

"Yes." The man's voice is toneless. He's not looking at Promise, but in a way that hints he's very aware of just how close she's standing to him. And terrified. "I - are you going to kill us?" 

"It would have been a tremendous waste of time to heal you first if I were going to kill you, so please don't make me. What did the Star-Eyed tell you was going on?"

"That - the gods were under attack - by some new force that had suddenly appeared, and was working with an ancient enemy..." His hands twist together in front of him. "Did She lose? I thought, only that would..." 

"She surrendered, apparently, and wound up better off than Sunlord did for it, but I'm not sure how to arrange to talk terms with Her in more detail. Do you know?"

He looks sort of dazed. "You want to - talk terms, directly with Her...?" He looks around, uncertainly. "Treestorm is a Healing-Adept, she might be able to help." 

Promise looks at Treestorm. "And how would you help?"

She fixes her eyes somewhere past Promise's left shoulder. "I - can pray to Her? Maybe She will send a leshy'a to speak to us." 

"Please make it clear that I will take it very much amiss if the leshy'a makes any hostile moves."

Anxious nod. "Y-yes. I will try praying to Her now." The woman looks around and then sits, cross-legged, and closes her eyes. 

Promise waits. Her wings are maybe trembling, maybe just wavering in the wind; she rolls them up against her back.

Ten minutes or so pass in silence. Leareth paces, his expression stony. 

And then, between one moment and the next, a figure steps out of the shadow behind the tent. Except that there was definitely no one there a moment ago. 

The figure appears to be that of a woman, small with a slight build, clad from head to toe in black and with her face hidden behind a veil. Only her dark blue eyes are visible. 

She looks at Promise. Seems to be waiting for something. 

To Leareth's mage-sight, it's extremely obvious that this isn't a living human. :One of the leshya'e Kal'enedral, I think: he tells Promise in private Mindspeech. :Her spirit warriors: