Finny growled in frustration, and threw his fist into a nearby tree. This was such<span style="font-style: italic">bullsh!t </span>. He tried to compose himself. Tried to reel in his anger. What the hell had they unleashed? He breathed in and out, calming himself slowly. Once the frustration faded, he straightened and moved towards the forgotten wagon. They were going to need supplies. They had a long ride ahead of them. He rummaged through their things, grabbing all the dried food rations he could find to shove into each of their pouches.<br/><br/>Vesper turned to look at Merlin as he came up next to her. He looked just as crushed as she was. He had some dirt, and blood on him from helping those who were injured, Vesper noted. She stared at it, transfixed on it, a reminder of the beast. Merlin snapped his figures in front of her face, breaking the hold, and grabbed her hand. "Hey, you alright,"he asked.<br/><br/>"Yeah......n-no..."Merlin nodded his understanding and motioned towards the horses. "We need to go, help Brynn with the horses, yeah? I'm going to help Finny find supplies."and with that he let her go and walked off.