"J'aro!" Bekar had waited impatiently as R'xen pulled his friend up, and as soon as he was on his feet he couldn't help embracing him. He released J'aro quickly. "I'm sorry. Your ribs - are they all right? Are you injured?" Despite his worry for J'aro, he was grinning.

After a single triumphant chirp, Beksk trundled off to see who else he could help dig out or carry to the healers.