Mac nearly jumped out of his skin when Uldren tossed the body on the ground, green eyes widening as his jaw dropped in an expression of equal parts thrilled and horrified. He didn't have the immediate presence of mind to question why Uldren though it would be a good idea to do what he did, but only because Mac's concerns were more immediate and familiar.

"You're soaked to the bone!" the Guardian scowled, pushing himself up to his feet and gesturing towards the shelter. Gloved hands reached up, pushing the prince's hair away from his face to frown at the swelling.

"Go get dry and clean?" Mac suggested gently, gripping Uldren's shoulder and patting gently before moving to crouch next to the elf, a hand pressed to his own chest to steady himself and school his excitement away.

"It's not dead is i--" Mac started to ask until the elf groaned and squinted large eyes at the Awoken, who stared down at the native in shock. "Oh my gosh, are you alright?!" he yelped, pulling the elf upright carefully and tugging him closer to the fire. The elf struggled to get away, not understanding Mac's language and fearing the strange-looking man was preparing to toss him into the flames. When Mac propped him up and patted his back lightly, the elf could only stare suspiciously. After all, Uldren had not been nearly as welcoming as Mac.

"There's food wrapped up in the leaves over there," Mac stated off-handedly, glancing up at the prince. "If you're hungry. There's no meat though, sorry. There's clean water caught in a divot in the boulders just behind you as well. You can wash up or have a drink, whatever. Um...are you planning on killing him?" Mac asked, thumbing over his shoulder at the elf, who continued to stare between the two odd-skinned, odd-eyed men.

"I mean...if you don't plan on killing him I'd kind of rather help him get situated. Try to get him to talk so Ghost can work out the language."