Orom glared down at the human, frustration bubbling beneath his stern exterior.

"Why are you still here?" he growled, his brows twitching with irritation. "I told you to leave... But if you're really that helpless, I guess I can show you the way out." His deep voice softened just a fraction, a rare hint of concern flickering in his eyes. "Just don't expect me to hold your hand or anything!"

He turned sharply, his rugged half-orc frame blocking the dim light of the cavern. Orom’s steps were firm and purposeful, masking the unexpected sense of responsibility he felt towards the fragile human.