Holding the deactivated Warforged, the invisible tug of too many directions stops the Warrior up short as he hears the White Wizard's call.
Lowering his eyes to yet another fallen comrade in his arms, the broad shouldered Wulfcyne floats between past and present, though the weight of Links returns his thoughts to the present,
What of this stalwart defender, none of the others have had your return a priority, not even your vaunted target..
Shaking his sweat and blood soaked head clear of his ruminations, Wulfcyne does not wait for Makharat's response, taking a deep breath and turning slowly back to the group, returning to Nuria's side and hissing, 'Our'n fallen must be seen to. Val'andra be seemin' out o' dis venture since we aturned ta Sharn. I says we be leavin' 'er at yon Valenar Embassy. As fer Links, we be needin' a magewright o' some sort, me thinks we be findin' one in tha camps. Aye, we be needin rest...but we got ta help Links an no foolin', neh?'
The wounded soldier turns serious blue eyes upon Nuria and Koh'Tara.