Abel greeted Gren's simple response with a blink. He hadn't expected a straight-up apology from the boy, whose shining green eyes and bulky armor gave the appearance of a brute. Much less had he expected a sincere apology, but Gren's voice conveyed what his hidden face couldn't. This guy actually seemed genuinely unhappy that he'd put the lives of his companions at risk.

Which, Abel considered, was exactly what he had been wanted.

While others might have given an affirmative smile, as if to say everything was okay now, he did not such thing. He merely listened to Bridget's words, which hammered in the final nail in the coffin. "Yeah," he finally breathed. "Maybe I was a little hard..." Avoiding the eyes of the others, he peered out over the cliff's edge at the sea of red leaves.

His focus was brought back to those around him when Bridgett's concern alerted him that someone was hurt. Following his partner's voice, he found Kuhaku limp in Gren's arms, with Bridgett kneeling at his side. "He looks bad," Abel remarked uselessly. As if realizing the profundity of his comment, he quickly moved on. "Medics!" He bellowed at the top of his lungs, not wasting any time. As the small team of medics approached, his eyes shifted from Kuhaku's twitching body to Bridgett. Strain and exhaustion were obvious on her face, despite her best efforts to keep up a good image. Nothing was visible through Gren's carapace, however. "Maybe you ought to get checked out too."