He spins around, seizes her and pins her flat to the ground and stares into her eyes. Up close, his expression has the glazed, disoriented look of someone who isn't entirely sure where he is and is reacting entirely on reflexes and instincts. 

"I - you - Urtho - Gate who in...?"

She currently looks like she is made out of rock and dirt and pinning her into the ground is not very different than pinning a handful of sand into sand. "I asked if my ship could open a Gate to here from their satellite imagery of this place. Please don't blast the Gate, if they do that. We are trying to help."

Ma'ar stares at her for a moment. 

And then raises his hand as though to attack. 

Fine. She casts Hold Person.

Ma'ar goes down in a heap.

(He's confused and terrified and nothing makes sense anymore....)

"Carissa?" a voice hisses in her replaced earpiece. "Carissa - we're looking for you in the shuttle - we don't know where you are, can you send some sort of signal -"

Sure, she can do a flare.

"- We see you now! We're coming down - uh, how shielded are you, you're pretty close to the active battlefield and that flare was visible for miles..." 

Ma'ar strains against her spell, not very efficiently and without success. 

"I can burrow under the earth but it's going to be annoying to drag Ma'ar with me" - she is trying - "so you should hurry."

"ETA forty five seconds–" someone yells into her earpiece. 

There is a flare of light and a violent explosion, not right on top of her, but near enough that the blast-wave rips at her grip on Ma'ar. 

They'll go farther underground. She could easily be very very far underground on her own but she is dragging Ma'ar.

Ma'ar is startling to panic in earnest, now, fighting desperately against her spell, flailing out with his mind. :I - what - who ARE you, why...?: 

I'm not going to hurt you. If you have your own way out of this and stop attacking me you can leave, I guess. It looked like you were going to attack me. I'm scared that something much worse than whatever you think is the worst thing that can happen is going to happen.

Ma'ar tries, with a wrenching effort, to Gate out. Doesn't quite manage it; the Hold Person spell and the weight of earth all around him, combined with his disorientation and backlash from the strike on his location, are too distracting. 

"Carissa we're at the surface we can't stay cloaked and shielded for long–"

"Ship's here." She takes Ma'ar's hand and Dimension Door's them both up. Ma'ar can fight this if he'd rather stay in the ground. 

The shuttle is in range for Dimension Door. Ma'ar seems to resist for a fraction of a section, consider whether he actually wants to do this, and then - relax and stop fighting the spell. 

They land sprawled on the floor inside the shuttle and are instantly surrounded by panicked Yeerk staff. 

"Please don't kill these people they're my friends and none of us are going to hurt you - get us out of here, we know they can attack the shuttles -"

Ma'ar lies on the floor and reads everyone's mind. Most of them are terrified and incredibly confused but not hostile to him in particular. The woman who grabbed him is sort-of-shielded but he can get through by boosting with his mage-gift, and - in fact she's not trying to hurt him - he has no idea what's happening...

He relaxes, flops back and closes his eyes. Just for a moment, he tells himself. 

"On it," the pilot yells to Carissa, "we're getting out of here -"

The shuttle accelerates hard, toward the sun. Enough that the inertial dampening can't absorb it and all of them and all of them are pressed against the floor, suddenly feeling twice their normal body weight. 

Five seconds tick by...

"Out of range," and the weight lifts. 

She's still an earth elemental. She waits for it to wear off, shakily. Looks over at Ma'ar.

He sits up, rubbing his forehead. 

"I - I believe you, that you are - from another world... What are you going to do." 

"Explain everything so that you can figure out how to help us! And figure out - what might go wrong -

- you don't happen to have a really high-bandwidth form of mindreading that will be faster than explaining this, do you."

"I am reading your mind right now but - not that much faster." He still has the air of someone only half oriented to his surroundings.