[ His ears move with every sound going on behind him. G'raha is keeping track of the other's movements, attempting to judge when it is safe to turn around. It's only when he picks up traces of a weapon finding its place with its owner does he finally see fit to do so. ]

'Tis nothing, truly. I am merely glad that I could offer my assistance. Waking up in a place that is unfamiliar is one thing. Yet here we all are finding ourselves in a setting that is entirely foreign.

[ So clearly they should help each other out. ]