Cassidy stumbled back up to his feet, offering a hand up for Soren. He couldn't take his eyes off Mel's battered form and had to suppress the rage once more at the sight of it. He'd killed the people who did it to her. His eyes went down to a band on her ankle and muttered, "What's that?" He pointed vaguely to her leg before stumbling off to get himself a tall glass of water and some fruit. He was starved, parched, and needed sleep. Sleep, of all those things, could wait until Melpomene was healed and well.