Sirocco gasped. If someone was in danger she had to help. "Yes, certainly. I can help in anyway possible. But this is destiny's path, and we can not change it. Only go along with what is planned. For my magic however, I can use a bit of Light magic. I was raised in a convent with my mother. The goddess Mercy has blessed me with my visions and her magic, and I don her visage to strength my connection and hopefully receive clearer messages. I shall change into more appropriate clothes before battle though, don't worry."
When the archer spoke to Sirocco, she turned and pursed her lips. "My visions are not some divination. While I do appreciate people interested in the messages from high, I can not control them. They come and go and are as temperamental as the weather. Why, I could fall right here and see us all dying in the upcoming battle. But I would not be able to control the outcome. I can only see the results, not how things happen. Which is why my discovery of you all is a miracle in and of it's self. It seems I was brought here when you needed me most. To rescue the woman Raquel. Now if you will excuse me."
Sirocco took her things and wondered off some way to begin changing.