Finally, someone decided to tell him what the fuck was going on. From what it sounded like, these roots could attack from anywhere and at any time, and if Gorm got hit by any of them, they'd be fucked. Plus, the root created undead. How exactly that happened, he wasn't sure of, but he could find out if the corpses weren't destroyed.. But, granted Gorm's murderous intent, it was unlikely that there was anything left to examine.
"Go over there," Jakhur said, pulling out an empty vial and tossing it to Gorm, "And get me a vial of your blood. You were attacked by the root, I need to make sure there won't be any lasting bullshit because of venom or something- That thing was able to raise and control the corpses somehow, and I would've detected if it was magical."
With that, he turned his attention away from Gorm and returned to the others, crouching down to examine Nafuna's injuries despite his sore muscles protesting.
"Don't expect him to talk to any of you. Apparently he can't talk to someone who hasn't 'proven themselves in combat'. If he ever gets hit and starts to bleed, get the fuck away from him immediately." He then turned to Nafuna. "This'll heal soon enough. I can tell there's been healing magic used on it, and the potion helped a good amount. A few days for a full recovery, if I had to guess, thanks to Eowyn. You'll probably need help to walk at a moderate pace, which i'm sure anyone here would be willing to provide." He narrowed his eyes in Gorm's direction. "..For your own safety, don't ask him, though." Standing up, he looked around at their little camp. "We'll rest here for the night. I don't entirely like how close we are to the town, but we have several injuries to tend to and frankly, I'm too exhausted to keep going today."
Another flick of his wrist, and he spoke directly to Gorm again. "Oh, and in the future, make your party aware that you'll go crazy if someone goes so far to cut you with a knife. Asshole."