Rorik stares wide eyed not only at this new kid, but also at PDp reverting back to normal. He got up and walked a little bit from the group- the barrier dispelling. He turned, drunkedly, and said, "Is everyone all right?" he looks worriedly at Hydran- if she did not reecieeve a full medical precedruee soon, all hope for her might be lost.<br/><br/>Hefting her over his shoulders, he looked back ast the crew.<br/>"You guys recouperate. I'm gonna get back to the ship and see if I can help...her..."He glances at Hydran's face again.<br/><br/>He remebered why he'd loved her in the first place. He began to dash off into the underbrush. He would deal with whatever came across his path- his blade a longsword shape with a gleam of yellow; hope.