The sound of movement behind him caught Caedrin's interest, causing him to whip his neck around, just in time to see Brinn collapsing. He quickly pulled the cart to the side of the trail and hopped out of the seat, running around to the back to get a better look. "Brinn, are you alright?" he asked tentatively, not fully expecting an answer. When no response came, he hopped up into the cart, looking over the scene.<br/><br/>Brinn was collapsed awkwardly over the supplies, one of her arms extended toward the frozen thief. "How is it you haven't thawed out yet..?" he wondered aloud, staring at her. Looking back and forth between the two women, he noticed something he hadn't before; the thief was clutching the lid to a crate, which seemed to be emitting an odd energy in the form of rhythmic pulses of light. He reached a hand toward it slowly, warily gripping it after a moment of hesitation. He pulled it free after a few strong tugs, a process made more difficult by the icy hands that held it, and started turning it over, examining each side. On one of them was a series of runes lined up in a pattern, pulsing and glowing in time with the light. He brought it closer to his face, taking a closer look at it, and suddenly noticed the feeling of heavy condensation enveloping his skin, quickly growing unnaturally cold. He panicked, quickly dropping it off the edge of the cart, away from the group of 3, as the pieces of the puzzle lined up in his head. "So this symbol is the reason.."<br/><br/>He stared at it for a few moments more, watching as the pulsing light started to fade away. He considered breaking the rune, but decided against it as its effect seemed to be wearing off already. With a sigh, he turned back to Brinn, reaching over and setting her into a more comfortable position. "There.. You should be as good as new soon enough, I hope." He hopped down off the back of the cart, picking up the lid again and placing it back in the cart, as far away from the other two as possible. He hesitated for a moment, looking back at Brinn again. "..Sorry it took so long," he whispered, walking back to his seat and getting the cart moving again, keeping it at a slow pace to try and keep the ride from moving her too much. He wasn't sure how long it would be before she woke again, or if his theory was even right, but it seemed like a logical enough conclusion, and he would do his best to keep her as comfortable as he could until she regained consciousness.