[ the sudden and unexpected appearance of Gray stalls Abel where he had clearly been about to approach - the momentum of another step halted before it can realize. blue eyes flicker from the hooded girl's face to the man beyond her, and he...

...he cannot help the look of urgency, plea, stress, from painting his face. ]

Miss Gray--?

[ it leaves him in disbelief as that tightness in his chest serves to twist all the harder into a knot; Gray...? of all the people he expected to find in staunch opposition of him and in firm hands of the Kenoma... this one...

this one was nowhere near the list.

he looks distressed, shaking his head imploringly - spreading his hands in a gesture of openness. ]

Amos-- Miss Gray, please! Whatever's happened here, we aren't enemies! Let me tend to Rand; I'll take him back and... neither of us will trouble you further. Alright--?

[ Amos is injured; the heady scent of his blood indicates this is no minor wound. and Rand-- Abel isn't sure what injuries he had suffered as well, but they need medical attention. he does not want to stop any of them from getting it. the best thing to do would be for each of them to part ways with their own, right? to call a ceasefire. to go their separate ways.

...he cannot... cannot allow Rand to be taken. ]