[Hm. The small and portable woman slides from his arms almost limply, until both feet are back on the ground again. It's an almost liquid descent, as with a cat sliding bonelessly from its owners arms.]

I don't believe so. It is the most considerate liberty that's ever been taken with my person. [She speaks as someone fairly used to having her movements controlled by the whims of others. It's quite possible, even, from the way Caren describes it, that she's not used to people going to such lengths to protect her in the first place. Her smile at Liem is placid, polite, if not a bit grateful - but the nature of her statement means that it's undoubtedly a little sarcastic as well. She jostles slightly now that they are separate on the ground again but still not alone to their own devices, her long sleeves rolling up on arms that have already been scratched, sliced, and prodded.]

Have you been injured at all? Will you be able to endure? [The soft glow of a curative spell is on Caren's fingertips as she speaks, a muted radiance. Her voice is a beatific contrast to the new threat picking through the pillars of twigs and bramble that surround them, calmly fearless. There's reason to have great confidence in her champion, but she also might be leaning into the damsel role a little hammily.]