Rihn: *reluctant…but okay, will take Naijah’s shirt to tear up for strips*
Quin: Rihn! Ziomi! *will start forward at a run, Tam on his heels – both are also in their performance kits, torn and bloodied*
Rihn: */gasp/! – turns and /signs/ rapidly*
Quin: *pulls up short and gives a small bow, mostly focusing on the strange man but glancing to acknowledge the j’har and the child* Sir, /thank/ you for helping our brother and sister.
Tam: *doesn’t stop till he’s at Rihn’s side, dropping to his knees* Here, let me help. *will get right to work helping strip the shirt*
Quin: *moves to Ziomi, touching her hand to let her know where he is before slipping his arms around her for a /hug/* Ziomi…are you hurt?