Yeah, the rock gives him a scare. A few scares. He's trembling a little by the time he picks her up under the arms, intent to carry her wherever would be a better place than out in the street like this, and finally notices a pulse.

"Oh my god," he exhales in relief, and hugs her to his shoulder. "Y-yeah! You're okay! You'll be okay. It's not my fault."

It's a relief, but not as big a relief as it should be. He's still rattled as he starts traveling the streets toward the temple of healing.