Kain's hit, bleeding, still going. Jamie's burned across his throat, Rachette's seems to be doing better than all of them, but that's dwarves for you - tough as nails. As for him, he's had better days. Faster ones, at least, and the weakness in his muscles from the lightning is just enough to make doing what he needs to more difficult than it should be. At least this rage demon is a smoldering mess.

You're better than this, Warden.

"You heard the lady!" Rachette's right, they've gotta keep the advance, keep moving, not get bogged down and turn into easy targets. Easier said than done, because he hasn't noticed the green glow beneath him, and his jerk to look Jamie's way is one of concern, of Maker, did something get him? without necessarily getting quite what the yell was for straight away.

When it does register, he goes to move - who knows if he's moving in time, though, with the way his limbs feel heavy and slow.

"Kain," he calls to Jamie (didn't think of giving everyone a stupid cover name for this nonsense, did he?), though just how possible that is is another matter. And whether that translates to we need to support Kain, which is what he was going for, that might just depend on how good at interpreting the many shades of urgent tones his comrades are.