A tough, cold clump builds up in Ringel's stomach as she realizes, well after the fact, that the warped ape didn't hurt Limbo: it… It killed Limbo. She feels the solid, stubborn rage of her kin, the Giants of the uplands surge somewhere within her. She'd like to stab the fallen beast, and stab it, and kick it, and kick it again, but it is gone just as fast. The Ogre looks around. Mercifully, Tanna is fine, the Elf is fine, Knight Novalis is somehow apparently fine (despite not looking like someone should ever look) and… And then there's Lord Burne. And he's probably not fine. She trots over, letting go of her weapon. I'm so sorry, Lord Burne. she tells him. Limbo was a very, very, very good Griffon, and this is horrible. she tells him. Do you need… May I… I… I'm just going to hug you now., etiquette be damned. Worst case, he can have her executed later or whatever nobles do when very offended over attempts to help them improperly. For now, he gets hugged. Maybe it will just help.