Alistair accepts the pulling and clutching, falling from his crouch into a kneel to keep from tipping over in the process, and makes a few quiet, instinctive attempts as shushing Beleth while Cade and Nerva go on behind him. It's Nerva's tone that makes him twist around to look, pulling Beleth partially along. He doesn't want anybody to kill Cade, either.

"Something is wrong," he says. "He didn't look like himself."

Himself, the way Alistair remembers it, is over a decade younger in addition to not shaking with murderous rage at an unarmed elf. So he's not really qualified to comment. Just worried.