Isk'Karra gave a short chuckle at the feelings he sensed from the guardian. "I don't think he'll let anyone near that woman, at least not while she's down... A touching sentiment from a man who does not know her." He turned to the guardian. "But perhaps you can serve your self-proclaimed charge better with your sword arm free and better rested." He spotted the blood trickling from the wounds the woman's spikes had given him. "Or if you at least bandage your own wounds. After all, who would you rather have protecting her with a blade? Yourself, or this..." He paused, trying to retrieve the word. "Scholar...? Either way, he hardly appears to be very well versed with a blade..." He nodded slightly to Kaden. "No offense, of course."<br/><br/>He paused once more, then looked again to the guardian, a serious look in his eyes. "If you still don't trust anyone to carry her, at least stop for a moment and bandage the wound. You'll lose your ability to even<em>carry</em>her, much less keep her safe if you let infection take hold of your arm." His grasp of the human language was finally returning to him, resulting in fewer halts in his speech and more confidant tone... And he was glad of it. The quicker this man realized<em>he</em>might be the one to put the woman (and, subsequently, the group as a whole) in danger, the better.