He watched the Padawan run off to continue the mission. "Alright, come on Master Rorwoorr." He attempted the pull the wookie up onto his feet...to no avail. He was a wookie after all. "Okay, uhm...hey, I need some assistance over here!" He called out to some of the troopers to the wounded Jedi Master. Standing up, he managed to at least get the giant up on his feet. "You're still...hell...as heavy as I remember. When do you think you're gonna lose some weight for once?" He grinned in spite of the situation at hand. The idea of dying was not something Kelim'tel was looking for, especially by the hands of the Emperor. "Well, I got you up on your feet. What do you need me to do, Master?" He looked up at the Jedi Master, obviously in some need of advice in this time of crisis.