Gorun, for his part, forcibly imposes some measure of disciplined calm back on himself after dropping one of the archers.  He’s been far too careless this fight, far too reckless.  …Far too<span style="font-style: italic">bullish</span>.  Of course, being hit with a spell that locked him into immobility, even if only for a few seconds, gave him time to gather his thoughts somewhat since he had no other course of action.  But, before he could make any progress on closing on the kitsune, she’s already surrendered to Xarithe.<br/>“As long as her surrender is sincere, I’ll abide by it,” the bull says, addressing Xarithe.  “But should she attempt to harm or hinder us further, I will not hesitate to follow through on my earlier intentions.”  He pauses to smirk humorlessly at the man.  “I advise you to be mindful of taking responsibility for her actions, Xarithe, lest you do more than simply<span style="font-style: italic">stand</span>beside her,” he adds.  And the bull does mean that as simply a word of caution.  He’s not the only one who’s not entirely happy with him, after all, and he knows it.<br/>That matter addressed, he steps back toward Albali.  “My apologies,” he says with a grimace at the various arrows she took.  “I had anticipated neither temptation nor magic of such a nature.”  He doesn’t ask if she’s hurt (she obviously is) or if she’ll be alright (that’s what they have their<span style="font-style: italic">own</span>magic for).  Besides, she has her mouth full, and he doesn’t want to interrupt her.