All of them injured and need tending to- but for this one moment Adelaide allows herself a slip in objectivity. She can triage the remainder of their captured fellows later, Martel? Is far, far too still and she recalls all too well the pool of blood in which she'd found his medallion. "Telquet-"

Breathing, Maker, please be breathing, be smirking, be wry and droll and tired of this as it is all very dull and he'd quite like to go along his way now if they'd hurry up and unchain him, thank you- It's what she'd expected. Not this. It takes a great force of will to keep her hands and voice steady as she lifts a hand to his throat, much like she had when last she'd seen him so injured.