You throw yourself before Doria and let her sword-strike land on your flesh. The blow fails to break your skin, but it shakes the acolyte out of her rage. Realizing what she nearly did, she gives you the sword.
You turn your attention back to Cabryx. You walk over to the fallen goddess and rest your hand on her shoulder. "Do you recognize me?" you ask. "Do you remember calling me to your aid, from far-off Vhyr?"
The goddess looks at you but not into your eyes. Perhaps she is too lost in her own humors. "My power is great," she mutters. "It is indeed great…" Her words drift off, and her gaze with them.