Gorun only holds the dryad his arm is around for a moment after being told to let go, long enough for her to bounce her head off his chest a couple of times in a nod and for him to make sure that the situation wasn’t going to immediately go down hill for everyone if he did.  With order at least nominally restored, he makes his way over to Albali when he and Turilia are waved over.  He grunts at the introduction and offers a vague nod, but he’s more interested in talking shop than exchanging pleasantries.<br/>“Agreed,” he says.  “If at all possible, I would rather remove any need to return, as getting rid of the cult here and now helps ensure none escape to try to reform it anew while we’re escorting the children back.  Ideally there would be a way to accomplish both at once, but I dislike the idea of splitting our group for such.  The children must come first.”