Lusilla picks up Horgus with one arm, and Anevia with another, and Camellia with a third. 

She reaches for Seelah, but Seelah backs up and shakes her head, smiling. 

"I'll wait down here, keep an eye out on things. You might be strong, but you don't have armor; you're going to need me in the Shield Maze." 

"--You'll help?" 

"Yeah. Place's supposed to be dangerous, right? A good sword arm will help a lot. Wouldn't want anything to happen to those kids." 

"If the two of you do make it back to the surface alive...try to look up the Eagle Watch. I have a feeling we're going to be doing a lot of the work of holding the city together." 

"Okay!" 

And then Lusilla takes off. 

When she reaches the top of the rift--which doesn't take very long at all--she sets each of her three passengers down safely, waves all five of her arms in a gesture recognizable as a friendly wave goodbye despite the difference in anatomy, and dives back down below. 

And then she re-assumes human form and beams at Seelah. 

"Can I hug you?" 

--Seelah laughs. "Sure!" 

Hug!

Lusilla hugs like someone not totally used to this whole "bones" and "joints" situation and not totally sold on it. And then she pulls back and grins at Seelah and starts back towards Neathholme, laughing and slowing down when she realizes that heavy armor means Seelah can't quite keep up. 

The tribes have, unsurprisingly, not finished assembling by the time Lusilla and Seelah get back. 

Lann is talking to a female Neather when they arrive. 

"Oh, hey. Dyra, this is Lusilla, the uplander with the angel's sword. And Seelah. I didn't know you were coming back," he adds to Seelah. 

"You guys seemed like you could use the help." 

"I won't argue. Guys, this is Dyra, cleric of Abadar." 

"You guys have a cleric?" 

Lann snorts. "Just because we're living like this, down here--" 

"No, no, I didn't mean it like that. Just, in my experience, small villages like this one mostly have druids, for healing and making water and so on, clerics mostly live in bigger towns and cities." 

"I don't know anything about druids, but we usually have at least one cleric for every few villages. Not every village has one; the less lucky ones have to travel to visit when someone's hurt but still alive." 

"Well...you have to learn to be a druid; if the crusaders whose descendants you are didn't happen to have any, I guess there wouldn't be anyone to teach more. But still, wow." Lusilla shakes her head. 

"That...isn't how it works everywhere, anyway. In my experience, usually small villages have low-level clerics of Erastil, not druids." 

"Huh. Well, Erastil seems like a good candidate for a god whose clerics could do a druid's job, if they had to." 

"They can cast Plant Growth, yeah. It is a little surprising to see a cleric of Abadar in a place this small." 

"You'd be surprised," Dyra says, "how often the good word of positive-sum trade can prevent fights over resources."" 

"Well, good for you!" 

"Speaking of resources--Lann, I don't, actually, have a home base anywhere right now, or anything, and even in my bigger form I can only eat so much, and I only have to feed this form if I eat in it, so," she gestures to the giant tied-up piece of canvas, then decides to instead untie it so that he and Dyra can see how much dead bug with bonus lizard there is in there. "I killed all this before we met you guys, and stashed it because it was sort of awkward to carry around. But you guys can have it, the important thing is it not going to waste." 

Lann's eyes go wide. "That is...a lot of food." 

"Like I said, I do not need all of it." 

Okay Dyra is going to pounce on her to haggle now. 

Lusilla had honestly intended all this as a gift, but wow, Dyra's enthusiasm is infectious, are all clerics of Abadar this cool? She is going to have to ask some questions about Abadar later. Also Iomedae, she still doesn't actually know much about Iomedae.