Kirin raised his chin at the the elf's question.

"I am fine, thank you. Is there anything I can assist with? I have no medic training, but I can help clear debris and run errands."

He knew well enough the need for willing hands in times of chaos such as this, even if he wasn't sure yet what had caused something of this magnitude. Besides, perhaps they'd let him exchange labor for food at some point. He doubted they would have any to spare for freeloaders, soon.

Kirin scanned the great hall, examining the survivors and the state of the great tree they resided in. The tree itself was still standing, although the top had been clearly shredded by the explosion. The survivors, though--there were only a few of them. Far too few for a forest that had housed many hundreds or thousands of people, and he felt a pang of sorrow not his own for the loss of so much life and culture.