It was indeed the strange call that caught her attention first; odd even in the foreign world they had settled in for the mission. Lioriley had made a point not to wander far on her own — capable, but certainly not physically strong enough to handle the more daunting tasks assigned to the other three teams. Regardless, sometimes her affinity to wander outweighed even her more reasonable thought processes — and perhaps, today, it was just instinct that drove her to wander a little further than she might have normally.

She stared at the creatures, sensing the magic like the all too familiar pulse of energy that coursed through her very being. It did not take a genius to figure out they were pointing to something — someone — and after following their lead, she hurried to the wounded man's side in an instant.

After that? Well. All instinct from there. A gentle hand set on his shoulder in an attempt to steady him, the other placed over the one cradling his own head. "Easy, friend. I can am going to heal you." she would give more warning, but with blood trickling she didn't think there was much time for proper approval. Next, a surge of warmth that flowed from her hand and seemed to melt into his skin, blooming from the spot she touched and radiating out like a blanket across his entire body, starting at his head where it seemed the pain was most centralized. Pain would dull in seconds, replaced with a pleasant numbness, wounds healing little by little.