Uriel, who had been quietly observing the goings on of this group without word, uttered a shocked gasp as the woman offered her help to the deformed creature. How utterly foolish of the girl! But, he quickly regained his composure, shaking his head. After all, dispite his corruption, he still believed in the virtues that he should uphold, such as helping someone when they need aid. He steps forth almost reluctantly to help the woman aid to the creature, then cringes apon the booming, omnipowerful voice echoing within his mind.
Fool! Dare you aid an enemy of me!?
The voice was so loud, so reeking of power, that he found it was a wonder the others could not hear it. Outwardly, though, nothing changed apart from his features into an uncertain expression, and his feet shuffling as he halts his walking forth. "But he seems wounded..."
Do you not remember the vision! The floods, ravaging the land? This person, as with them all, is far better dead, than alive.
Uriel falters slightly in uncertainty, then lowers his head into a faint nod.
of course, my lord. You are right, as always...