"I'm… not sure what good the two of us can do." Jacques scratched the back of his head with a hoof. Thorax snapped around to face him. "I mean realistically, chere. I'm a sellsword. One sellsword. Handy's only one stallion as well." He uneasily eyed Handy out of the corner of his eye as the human knelt down by one of the changelings and put his fingers to its neck, checking its pulse.