Warren is beside her in a heartbeat, instincts and reflexes and more pushing him without thought. He placed a hand on her shoulder, comforting, and the other at her elbow. He practically shielded her from the rest of the Quicksand, his shield still strapped to his back and his sword rattling gently as he hunched over her, already speaking in hushed tones.
"Cot?! Are you alright? You're okay, you're okay."
He didn't know what had happened, but he wasn't about to be pushed away.
"Cot?! Are you alright? You're okay, you're okay."
He didn't know what had happened, but he wasn't about to be pushed away.