He'd been going through the rubble in the hall, preoccupied, figuring that there were enough people in the other room to deal with whatever they'd found. Especially as there weren't any shouts or yells. Everyone sounded fairly quiet. This means he's a little startled when Herian pokes her head out. Need him? Someone's hurt.

"Of course." That can't be good. He follows her in... to blink in surprise. A child? Here? At least no one's fallen into a trap and is injured, but there's a lot of blood on that table. And a lot of tools on nearby ones.

"Hello." His voice is gentle as he slowly heads toward the boy. Very slowly, because he can see how slowly the others are moving. "I'm a healer. I can help." He hopes. "Can you tell me or gesture to where it hurts?"