This clearly helps a lot! "Thank you again! Why, I feel I could get down and walk now, and perhaps ought to, since the rest of you are."

Also, when the Cure goes off, a small piece of metal is forced out of his skin and falls out from under his shirt.

Samora breaks her stride to examine it, but it vanishes into mist before she decides whether or not to pick it up.

"No wonder you felt so poorly! The tip of that knife must've broken off in your shoulder. But it's gone now."

Marc also stops to frown at the ominously disappearing knife shard, but it seems entirely gone.

He smiles at Frodo.  "Please don't get down and walk. The magic is wonderful, but we wouldn't want you to need any more of it."  When you suddenly feel better, it's easy to overestimate just how much better, and they have a long way to travel.

"I'm happy to take more of the baggage if anyone else is uncomfortable." Meaningful glance at Sam, who is keeping pace with everyone else but has definitely ended up with more of the baggage than any other hobbit. "Tomorrow someone should just hand me a bag, I'm never going to be useful during packing-out but I can still hold things."

"I'm alright, ma'am, I've got a light load already," Sam lies through his teeth. 

Marc looks uncertain at her request, then realizes he should really just ask. She gives a very strong impression of being someone you can simply talk to when you're uncertain about something.

"Back home I would never let a priestess carry baggage I have the strength for, if there wasn't dire need. I can let you be handed a bag in the morning if you truly prefer that, but you needn't carry anything you don't want to, and," a wry smile to make it clear his discomfort also doesn't have to be her problem, "it may take me a while to get used to it if you do." 

Sam clearly does not trigger the same reaction -- and looks like he's doing well enough that Marc is not inclined to argue with him.

Oh, of course, without casters who can keep up with fighters you could hardly have female adventurers and probably couldn't have priest adventurers either.

"I think priests on my world are different from the ones on yours. Back home I spend most of my days underground killing monsters. And the belt I'm wearing makes me stronger than I look. I'm not going to say that adventurer women are just like the men, I am still a woman, but I'm, hm, more like a male adventurer than like a female civilian, in a bunch of ways? Including the way where there's no reason for me not to do a share of the carrying." 

That gets her a thoughtful but no longer uncertain nod, and then a smile. "That still doesn't tell me whether you want to do a share of the carrying."

There's a bit of a narrow path between two awkwardness-traps here, the mirror image of the one preventing her from pointing out Sam's blatant lie. Ah, there's the answer. "Of course. Wouldn't you?"

"I would, but I'm really quite sure not everyone does."  But if she's the way he is about it, then he's certainly not going to try to prevent her from doing what she thinks she should.

"In more important questions – your world has so many monsters that you spend most of your time killing them??  And I've been slowly getting an impression that it's not just you."

Samora chuckles. "Oh, definitely not, there are thousands of adventurers on Golarion. We've got monsters in the forests, monsters in the oceans, monsters in the mountains, and more importantly we've got multiple open rifts to the lower planes with fiends invading through them. My friends and I are trying to stop one particular evil witch from attacking one major city; it's important work and if it didn't seem to be the gods' will that I be here I'd be anxious to get back to it, but I'm fundamentally replaceable. The problem is that there are so many separate threats that civilization has to prioritize."

"Oh. That's... my world had one problem like that, and we solved it, and now all that's really left is-- people and their difficult personalities and disagreements. Which can go awfully enough on their own, but not very soon, I hope." 

How much larger and more complicated her Golarion has to be!  No wonder she sounded so well-prepared for this deeply strange situation, if her world is full of them.

"And..."  The strategy of just talking to her seems to be working well so far, so: "You would, in my world, be the greatest holy priestess in generations."  All of them, quite possibly.  "Nobody can do that much magic that easily.  So-- that's how I've been reacting to you, if that helps explain anything?"  He's not sure what about his behavior needs to be explained, but it's increasingly clear that some things do.  And of course there would be some, really.

"That--does rather explain some things, yes. I think I should tell you plainly that I'm not at all like that back home. I'm a blacksmith's daughter who got to go to theology school because I got lucky with magic, and I've been an adventurer less than half a year. It is unusual to end up as powerful as I am this quickly but that's because I've been getting in an unusual number of dangerous situations and that's the kind of life where either you die or you get powerful fast. I'm good in a fight but I'm not--unusually holy, I'm not quite sure what having a lot of magic means on your world but on mine it just means my small amount of life experience contains more getting stabbed than average. Does all of that make sense?"

She sounds like she thinks he... what... would regret the way he treated her if he knew she wasn't highborn?  "There is, to be clear, no reason at all why a blacksmith's daughter shouldn't be the highest priestess.  I think it's often better that way than if she was born to a noble family.  And that you aren't a particularly high priestess wouldn't-- well, it would make me look at you with less awe in my eyes, but it wouldn't make me stop offering to carry things for you or calling you 'lady Samora', except that you clearly don't want me to do these things."  So she gets a straightforwardly friendly smile instead.  It's not as if he ever wants people to do those things for him either.  "I will do my best to ignore the fountain of miracles, if you ignore all this I'm wearing."  A slightly embarrassed gesture.

"I wouldn't say that it all makes sense, and I think it won't for a while, but I'm starting to see the sort of person you are.  I just don't know what getting stabbed a lot has to do with magic, or what being lucky with magic means, and I'm not sure what you can mean when you say your goddess giving you a lot of magic doesn't mean you're unusually holy.  Does she not give magic to people she thinks are doing the right things with it?"

Friendly smile and tippy-hand gesture. "The gods give magic to people who will use it to pursue their goals, but some people having more magic than others is because they've been in more of the kind of stressful situation that makes people stronger. Our wizards and swordsmen work the same way, they get stronger the more they do things where being stronger helps. Back home there's an older priest who I ask for advice on moral questions when I need it, and he has less magic than me but a lot more life experience and when I don't know what to do, he does. Which of us is holier? It's not how we'd think about the question, generally." 

"And then my getting lucky is unrelated to all of that. I stepped in a weird magic thing when I was twelve and got useful powers instead of being horribly cursed, which really it could have gone either way, I was a fool at twelve. But my parents and the local priest decided that it'd be a waste if I didn't use them for anything and they thought I'd make a good priest so they sent me to school for it, which was even better luck for me than the powers in some ways, I'm good at my job and I like it."

Awwwwww.  "I'm very glad you didn't get horribly cursed!  And that you had people to guide you as well as they clearly did.  It sounds a very good life."  He has to admit to himself he envies her a little.  It sounds so simple, in her world, to find a clear and good place in it, and one that makes you stronger and better with every year.  Though likely it's not quite as simple as she makes it sound.  She seems the sort of person everything goes well for, in a way that looks effortless, but only because she doesn't mind the effort.

"It's difficult to improve with the sword in any way other than by taking risks with your skill, but I never heard of priests being the same way.  I suppose I don't know much about the stresses of their lives, and I would not be surprised if it took trials of one sort or another to become the right sort of person, but– I wouldn't expect it to be risk, or certainly not the fighting sort of it.  The high priests are mostly people who don't leave the sacred places much, except when the kingdom needs their advice."

"But we have barely any magic at all.  I had not seen any for over thirty years of my life, and one of my friends didn't even think it was real until we were blessed by one of the handful of people in the world with the gift of healing."