"I had to get something." Handy noticed her looking out the tent flap. "It’s alright, he's a... an acquaintance." Jacques had remained outside. Crimson did not let up her stern gaze at the pony who was busy humming to himself. Handy got a small bag and began counting out the agreed sum from his bags. One bag of changeling coinage and gems emptied, and the other one was significantly lightened by now as he withdrew the cash from the traveling bank of Handy. Crimson eyed his actions curiously as he returned outside. "Here," he said, holding the bag. The unicorn's horn lit up a purple hue as he lifted the bag of gold from the human.