The man is blindingly charismatic. A tiny part of her wants to let him borrow her headband and see what he does with it, while a much larger part of her suspects that this would be an incredibly terrible idea.

She will follow along behind the miraculously healed minor staff officer.

The miraculously healed minor staff officer, trailing flunkies, will encounter the visibly very busy Marshal -

"Sir." He'll drop to one knee.

"Jean!" Marshal Orestan will take his hand, pull him to his feet, pat his back in a half-embrace. "You're up!"

(This is, of course, in public, or as in public as it can be while still in a fortress.)

"A miracle of the god Aroden, thanks to Iomedae His servant. The gods are with us."

"The gods are with us!"

And, to everyone in earshot, "Iomedae of the Knights of Ozem, Champion of Aroden, has come to guide us to victory! By her miracles and the gods united we will triumph!"

It's actually just entirely true according to her own best guesses!  That's not why they're saying it, but still!!

And they can move on to trying to find someone who wants to be a priest of Aroden a lot, and who Iomedae thinks is qualified!

(The minor staff officer is going back to staff work, or more accurately to being distracted from "staff work" which is actually feeding lines to his body double by people going up to him and checking the miracle worked.)

Iomedae is happy to deliver the at-this-point-well-optimized-for-local-background-knowledge account of Aroden, what He stands for, what serves Him, why you might want to serve Him, etcetera to promising candidates for the priesthood, though she makes clear that while she'll try to convey enough of Aroden in the next few hours that they have a chance of finding Him in prayer, her guess is that He'll need a stronger foothold in the world to start selecting priests in the spectacular healing-miracles-and-all fashion they hope for. 

She'll share some of the most famous stories, some of the songs, some of the devotional prayers, and an effort to convey via Telepathy her own mental state when she addresses Him in prayer. 

They will attempt to learn this from her. Can she consecrate a temple for them? What kind of place would be a good temple of Aroden?

He likes the stars. He went out to explore them all Himself, once. His temples generally have glass domes for the ceiling, if they can. (The primary temple they're going to build after the war should be nicer - more beautiful, better-built, displaying more knowledge of materials science - than anywhere in the Empire, because civilization is theirs, not the Empire's.)

But for now, it'll be enough for it to reflect their aspirations and their current resourcefulness, to be clean and spacious and well-made. She'll make her sword glow with celestial power and cut His holy symbol into a wall and His stars into the ceiling, and grow the angel wings again to sing to Him while they make the place a foundation from which the rest of their work can begin. 

And once it becomes clear that Aroden will not be possessing any other priests to serve as the same conduit for miracles that Iomedae is, the next stage is for one of Orestan's officers to find Adept Jevan, a surly young man who combines an aggressive "leave me alone or get your ass kicked" aura with visible poise, who reacts first with a cocky smile, and then absolute disbelief, as he is told that he is to try absolutely everything he can on Iomedae, no holding back.

"You mean this."

"Yes."

"You mean everything?"

"Don't Final Strike."

He looks at Iomedae. "Is he serious?"

:About not Final Striking? Yes! There are other people around!:

(She does put up Resist Energy (fire) and Resist Energy (lightning), because she'll have it up in combat.)

He flashes into an angry expression, then a cocky grin. :About trying to kill you. I'm better than most imperial Adepts.:

:I don't need to know if an imperial Adept could take me down, I know the answer to that. I need to know if all the imperial Adepts could take me down together.:

:- Right.:

And he will give it a try. Force-daggers. Fireballs. Lightning bolts. Force-nets. Spells to propel projectiles, or to propel enchanted projectiles which fire force-daggers and then fireballs when they hit you. Compulsions, though he has less expertise than sheer power. There are, in fact, stronger Adepts than he is in the Eastern Empire; the Eastern Empire is very large. But he wasn't exaggerating about how good he was. He will try everything he can think of before he starts getting tired, and he can think of a lot.

She's very hard to hit. She shouldn't be fast, in all that armor, but she is, and well-shielded, and the armor is a nearly unscratchable sheet with very few weak points that are very hard to hit, and if you do manage to plunge something through a weak point it's never more than a glancing blow. Fireballs and lightning bolts seem very hard to get powerful enough to exhaust the Resist Energy, not that she indicates that's what's going wrong there. Force-nets are closer to being a problem because she has to actually break them, but she hits very very fast and very very hard and he can't put enough power behind one that it doesn't shatter at a few full-force swings of her sword (though she notes to herself that this means the sword will need to not have the Brilliant Energy enchantment in combat, or she'll need to have a backup weapon). Projectiles that fire more spells on contact are a good idea, because she can't dodge the more-spells as easily as she can dodge the initial projectiles, but they need to be both numerous and individually more-than-sufficient-to-incapacitate-an-ordinary-person to even scratch her.

Compulsions do nothing. She has very good shields and also when out of curiosity she lets one through them it works the same way an attempt to Dominate her would work at home, which is to say not at all.

Where she is impressed is that he can keep at this. Most wizards at home can throw some Fireballs this powerful or even more powerful, but they can't actually throw this many, round after round, limited only by eventual exhaustion. In a real fight it's hard to imagine her enemies would live this long but it is very good to know that they do not burn through their spells in less than two minutes.

(She's actually taken a reasonable number of hits by the time he is tired, each of them shallow but collectively adding up; she doesn't indicate this. Better for everyone to believe her invincible. It does mean the Empire could take her down - or at least make her fly away burning some of her precious healing  - with a hundred Adepts who knew exactly what to do. Fortunately it'd be very hard to learn exactly what to do, since there are no visible signs of having almost succeeded.)

Well, he's an Adept. He gets tired, sure, but he can just keep drawing more mage-energy from the local nodes. That's what an Adept is.

Nonetheless, his response after she has just taken everything he can get and appeared to be completely fine is :... Damn.:

(There is enough of an audience to spread the tale of just how invincible she is, because Jean is very good at his job.)

She puts the sword away. :Thank you, I enjoyed that, and I think it answers my question.: With a qualified 'yeah the Empire could maybe kill you if you were sufficiently incautious and they'd learned enough of your capabilities', not her favorite answer, but she can win almost anything if she has accurate information.

:Who makes weapons around here? I want something custom to break force-nets, because I usually have an enchantment up on the sword, and I need a custom longbow.:

:Hell if I know, we got ours from the Imperials. Bet there's an armory you can grab something from, though, they sent these guys down here with everything but their own ovens.:

A normal longbow will be approximately useless to her, but she nods politely.

:What kinds of scrying capabilities does the Empire have? Is it possible for me to sleep under shields against magical observation?:

:A good mage can can scry, there's wards against it you can set. We can get you something.:

Right. They should let her know when they have that ready. She'll be around, meeting the soldiers and acquainting herself with the situation and attempting to pick up some more of the local language.

(She should gather more information. She likes the Marshal. She thinks he will be competent to win this war, given that he has her. But she's absolutely sure he's not telling her half of what he's done, or why he's done it, because why would he, and she still has only his word for it that the Holy Empire of Ithik isn't ruled by Asmodeus or an archdevil, and she has no idea whether he's also competent to win this war without her or whether he's delusional about that, and it affects (substantially) what risks she should take to try to bring a peace faster.

And he has many many ready explanations for why sincere attempts to explain the situation to the Empire flatly won't work and aren't worth attempting, and he could very easily be right, but - she trusts no reasoning about peace done by anyone but her, as a first default. Most people aren't really trying for peace; it doesn't fit in their head alongside trying to win.)

She'll stop by the arsenal and pick up something she can use in her off hand to club force-nets down, and take a longbow if they have one, and ask many eager questions about the rebellion's recent triumphs, and how those play out, and how the Marshal commanded them. 

They can provide weapons, though not reliably enchanted ones (all the Imperial weapons need mages to charge them), and her choice of longbows suited for the draw of a very strong man, all of which she needs to be careful not to break like a twig.

And she can get stories. So many stories. The precise details are somewhat confused, but - the king gathered his armies and went north, and then they surrendered and were ordered to disband except a picked few who would take up service with the Empire, and most of those didn't show up. So when their officers started to get word from the Central Directory that they were recruiting - well, 'Marshal Orestan' was an assumed name, but there were generals under him who they knew and respected and lords, and Ithik was backing him and he could pay -

- And meanwhile Imperial troops were burning every shrine in the country and it was, really, a very simple decision. Most of them were in camps west or south of the border in the bitter ground there, and others were training in Ithik, but you had raiders who were in the forests of Oris raiding and trying to pick off isolated patrols and they don't really know how the coordination was that good, but Orestan pulled it off, they were almost never caught and nobody knew where they were except him...

... And there were a few little bands caught and mostly they knew was that Old Emerald-Eyes was in charge, the dragon on their flag, and the Empire thought it was just little bands and they had to split up their troops to question every village, had to scatter them through the entire province, and when they heard there was a really big band that was desperately fleeing west the biggest army in the south half of Oris assembled everything it could and crossed the mountains to smash them before they could get away, and Old Emerald-Eyes was waiting for them with an army he'd assembled the day before and when the Empire came down out of a pass in marching order they smashed them and fed off the imperial supply train while they marched east; when they made it to Mahauna the imperial armies had already abandoned it, trying to link up with their allies, and now they're going east to beat another imperial army and they can do that, too.

(Everyone has a fantastically high opinion of the Marshal. Most people figure he's the rightful prince-in-exile; that sounds like a reasonable origin story for someone like him. How exactly he manages to get everything done is really not clear, other than that he's a really good Mindspeaker with a fantastically long range, and uses that for coordinating at distances too long to manage. He maintains discipline but manages to do it without looking like a monster, and is some kind of logistical genius, and... honestly basically every other good trait that can be found to praise in a general. There may be a bit of halo effect going on, here.)

There certainly is (and a little of whatever mind control she detected earlier) but honestly since they're likely going to have to fight this war to the Empire's exhaustion every bit of additional competence on the Marshal's part is just a good thing.

If the imperial armies had already abandoned Mahuana by the time they made it here she does wonder whose heads are on the spikes.

Imperial officials who didn't make it out, plus some soldiers the empire didn't get out in time.

(Unspoken: The very badly wounded.)