Dremmick sat patiently as everyone reunited with one another. Apperently, they haven't seen each other in a long time. As the man walked in, Dremmick noticed something slightly off about the way he walked, however, to him it could be from anything, even a injury from some time ago. However, blood was something he was all too familiar with, and it didn't take much for him to pick up on its scent. If the man was truly as injured as Dremmick thought, he seemed to be holding up remarkably well. Unfortunately, he didn't have the power to help him, just maybe check him over. If it was something he could fix with first aid, however, he could still help.... if he had the energy to get up. But wait... what if it wasn't even the man's blood to begin with? As he was processing this new revelation, Cilia had just rushed in to greet the mysterious man.
Dremmick watched to see any reaction of pain when Cilia embraced him, but once again, he seemed to be holding out....if he was even hurt at least.