He's holding himself straight, but getting chewed on and chased is getting to him more than he'd like to admit - and after half a lifetime around Rosa, he knows better than to argue with a healer of any stripe. So, he nods, ready to follow after, although there's flames wreathing one of his claws.

"Fire won't kill them, but I can slow them down with it until we get there."

It was the one benefit of the halls being made of inflammable materials, at least.