[ Koltira's out here for the rescue operations, dressed also in a full suit of armor--forbidding, glowing darkly. As he comes for the man splashing about in the muck, he looks like he could just as well be one of the local dangers, rather than a savior. Even so, he reaches for this man, his armored (clawed) hand clasping around Fred's upper arm.
crash landing
He growls, his voice guttural; echoing. ]
Be still, or you will be drawn to your death.