Even with the report of murders aboard the Barge, Ben isn't particularly concerned for himself; that's almost normal, isn't it, and no one is blaming him this time. He'd learned fairly early on that as long as he's vigilant, as long as he sees trouble before it sees him, he can stay clear of it. So he's wary but still moving freely throughout the levels, and he's out for his evening jog when a sharp, familiar scent hits him on the inexplicable breeze on deck.

Pausing, Ben straightens up to look around, and that's when he sees the familiar form down the deck; his vision zooms and he's confirmed it long before his stride picks up to a run to reach his side.

"Gaheris?" he calls, going into a crouch and already searching out the source of the blood smell, checking for a pulse. His expression tightens, slowly, into the beginnings of anger as he overcomes the initial shock, reaching to roll him over with careful hands even as he keeps looking up and around for any sign of the returning assailant.