The light is near blinding, and rockets towards the ground-

Natalia feels how close to the ground the moving object was, and without thinking, pulls on her powers to make the impact kinder. 

The object is wreathed in an unknown and chaotic energy, which makes controlling the rate of descent and its impact very hard- but she does manage to stop it from tearing itself apart.

The trees part and the impact hits her in a great wave, pushing her to the ground and blinding her with a bright red light.

Natalia is flung back, but manages to manipulate the wind around enough so that she lands softly, even as she rolls along the ground, collecting scrapes and twigs in her hair. 

She pulls herself up as quick as she was felled, and darts towards the downed objects, her heart in her throat. 

Even if these aren't her mother's people, she will protect whatever has fallen. 

What has fallen is covered in smoke and half-buried in the dirt. Lights flash and the fire burns hot. It's like nothing she's seen before- shining and gold and silver, bathed in red glowing lights. Some sort of capsule? She can see something- someone, a human figure, inside. It's not moving.

Healing-

Healing a person, that Natalia knows. She begins to slowly slide down the sides of the impact, focusing on the person. Never mind the object, so foreign to Natalia, the person she can help. Anyone not human is worth helping. 

"Hello? I'm Natalia! I'm here to help!"

The capsule shudders open in a burst of pressure. The man- it's definitely a man- looks human but she can feel with her magic that he is very much not of this Earth. The red energy that she couldn't recognize before feels much more familiar now. Extra-dimensional. She doesn't know what dimension, exactly, it doesn't feel like the energy from her demonic mother's pocket dimension, but...

The man starts awake suddenly and starts coughing, pulls the mask away from his mouth, and tries to pull on the fresh (though smokey) air.

Natalia lays a hand on the strange man's chest, and focuses, trying to make the air flow cleanly into his lungs.

"Hello, there. You're certainly not something I see on my usual ride."

He stares up at her, obviously in shock but hearing her words.

"Clari-el," he says instead of responding and tries to twist around to get at something behind him, but he's still strapped into this his chair.

"Breathe, handsome, breathe." Wildling pulls back from the man, crosses her arms over herself, and then flings them aside. 

The bindings over the man fling apart. 

Once he's free he jumps up and bends to poke at something at the back of the capsule. Light shines and numbers appear. He inputs a dozen or so and another, smaller, capsule opens.

Soft, pale blonde hair peeks out from his arms and a small mumble of sleep mixed with fear.

A baby?

"Are they all right? Do they need healing?" Natalia forces herself not to leap on top of the child, snarling. 

"Cryo-sick. Concussion. Broken arm." He pauses and looks over to her. To this- human? No, not human. "You have healing."

"Yes. Yes, I have healing. And I am not human." 

Natalia sinks as close as she can to the child, and feels exactly the sicknesses the man listed, though she has to guess at the cryo-sick. "I need physical contact. Love. Touch me, and think of how much you care for your child."

-demon then. But it's not that he has much option, as weak as he his. The years spent in the Phantom Zone sucking away everything and the final journey here... He takes her hand and this about Clari. About the love he has for her, for her mother. About everything he sacrificed for her. Still sacrifices.

The love that pours from the man is enough to make Natalia cry, and more than enough to heal his child. 

Natalia cradles the child in her arms, and lets the healing flow over them, watching as the physical injuries heal themselves, and knowing in her heart that the internal ones were knitting themselves together. 

Clari-El snuggles deeper into her arms and closes her eyes. Warm and tired and no longer hurting.

Jor-El watches them both, watches Clari. Breathes easier when he sees her injuries healed.

"-thank you." His accent is strange and there's a noticeable pause before he speaks. Likely he is not a native speaker.

Natalia cuddles the child close, and kisses their head. They feel well, and warm, which settles the worried part of Natalia's heart. 

She lifts her head from the child, to the parent. "I suppose you're not from around here?"

His head shakes, tightly and suddenly. "Mm. No. Here is Earth? The portal was supposed to be Earth. Did we land in some demonic dimension?"

"No, friend, this is Earth. My mother was born and raised here, but was still demonic. As am I. Magic, I am afraid to tell you, is not constrained to planets."

She loosens her hold on the child, trying to calm the man. 

"I know a little of magic," theoretically and how to fight against it, "and have some knowledge of demons. We came from-" he paused and tries to think of the name in this language- English? "The Phantom Zone. We need to leave this place. Some denizens could be following us."

All of the man's explanation sounded like gibberish, and while Natalia knew there where many worlds that bordered her own, none of them would help either the man, nor his child. 

So Natalia listened to her nature, and gently cradled the man's jaw, and kissed him.