He watches, making no move to assist. Perhaps this one will die regardless. So unsteady and weak--

Then, sudden movement. As limp weight tries to drag him down, instinct cannot be denied. His empty hand grabs the wayward royalty by the shoulder and forcing him to the ground first,, following him down to kneel in the same motion. Less than a second's passed, and he has the frail thing pinned, and a knife at their throat.

"Have a care, princeling," his voice is tight. There's a wildness to his eyes, but most of all, there is focus. Any untoward twitch, and he will react. "You've awoken to a land of many dangers. Do try not to startle those that would help you, hmm?"