The trouble with Fey Relations

Mina seems frozen in terror and indecision as she guards the little girl.

Ultime watches the smith’s movements briefly before lunging for the hammer.

You call this peaceful? You abduct a fey child, you force other to do your bidding and you have used your beast to kill to keep this a secret. If you really want to avoid bloodshed, explain all this to us!
Aizashi shouts at the priest, anger rising in his voice.

And what of the children? They are being harmed. And manipulating everyone's memories seems a harmful action as well! Leave it be!
Turning his attention to Ultime for a moment he asks Ultime, are you okay?

Malgrim's words tug at Mina's conscience. Had she not done very similar deeds at the Andar Correctional Facility? But... what she had done... it wasn't the same as what he'd done here. Right...?? Gah!

Distraught and torn in different directions, the healer looks back and forth between Ultime and the girl, then quickly kneels next to the child. "Were you unhappy when you lived with your biological mother??" she presses urgently.

And what of the consequences then? The children who have been taken from their homes? Surely you must see that there are people who are suffering from your actions. Why not break all the spells, explain everything to everyone and if Lirael wants to forget it could be arranged... But she doesn't seem to have many bad memories so far.
Aizashi keeps arguing with Malgrim, trying to make him understand an other point of view.

I’m -oof- fine! he calls distractedly. Just get him to stop hurting people! Although Ultime is too busy to make a longer argument, his short sentence seems to sum up his sentiments on Malgrim’s actions and history.

He then puts a renewed effort into his struggle with the smith. Though Thagren is the bigger of them, Ultime is in his element in the forest. He just barely holds his own by twisting so that branches slap Thagren’s face in distraction, and rocks undermine his footing. Taking his cue from the ground, he tries to maneuver Thagren over to some jutting roots and trip him up.

Realizing he is not getting anywhere, Aizashi closes the distance and attacks Malgrim.

After connecting with a blow to Malgrim's midsection, Aizashi follows up with a knee thrust towards Malgrim's face.

Ultime comes out of his roll and takes a small step back so he can check on the others. Seeing Aizashi engaged with Malgrim, he quickly turns his attention to Mina and the girl.

Get her behind a tree or something. I don’t know what that priest is brewing, but you shouldn’t stay close enough to find out. He draws himself up, resisting a wince of pain. And keep an eye out for that fey woman. I’ve got this under control, he motions casually back at Thagren, so try to get her on our side. He spares one last look at the pair before turning back to the smith.

Approaching him warily, Ultime watches his movements, waiting for the right moment to rush in and catch him off balance.

Mina ducks down with the little girl into a small ravine. Ears flattening, she turns desperate eyes back to the sky, searching for signs of the hag as she grips the girl's arm "reassuringly."

Nothing here was making sense... The priest didn't like the fey... Some of them had hurt him... The hag didn't get along with other fey, either. Shouldn't the two of them have common ground? Unless...

Her terror overshadowed by a sudden sense of purpose, Mina turns urgently to the elvish child. Stay hidden. I will stop them.

With that, the foxkin dashes out at top speed, whizzing past Ultime and the blacksmith and past the glowing rune. Slipping by Aizashi, she throws herself headlong into Malgrim. She wraps her arms around the man in an embrace that almost looks romantic, bringing her gloveless hands up to the back of his shaved head and burying her face in his chest like a frightened child.

As their skin meets, she thrusts forward with her magic, feeling for any enchantments that may be shadowing the priest's mind and seeking to remove them.

Ultime breathes out a "ha" of victory as the smith goes down, but before he can fall on his opponent a blur streaks by. He just barely dodges Thagren’s reach as he watches the priest’s transformation. Seeing that change, he moves to alter his own tactics. He kneels beside the smith in a moment when he’s distracted by the hound and puts a firm but gentle hand on his chest.

Hey, he says, trying for a calm tone but still getting an edge of uncertainty. Let’s calm down. We’re all friends here. We can just... sit together, he suggests soothingly. He tries to hold Thagren’s gaze as he speaks, and finishes with a hopeful smile.