When Casey finally gets to where the prisoners are being held, he almost doesn't spot Morgana lying on the floor. Her form is so tiny that his searching gaze at first dismisses her unconscious heap as a discarded leather coat. Then he realizes it's her.

"Damn it."

Casey hurries over to Morgana and kneels beside her, checking her pulse. She's alive. He lets out a breath of relief. She looks in pretty bad shape, though. He's reluctant to move her but he needs to get her to the people who're tending to the wounded since the fight is still raging on around them.

Scooping her up into his arms (complete with coat still draped around her), Casey heads back the way he came, his expression grimly determined. Any Extra getting in the way's gonna get a fistful of his wrath. He may not have his staff anymore, but he's far from defenseless.