Caedrin checked his equipment quickly, to make sure he had everything in its place. At Brinn's nod, he turned around and began walking into the woods, with the obvious intention of gathering firewood. It was a long and boring chore, though his pace was hastened as he realized the girls had no adequate way to protect themselves from attack. Brinn was still recovering, and last time he checked, the thief was asleep.<br/><br/>In half an hour's time, he finally made it back to the cart, a bundle of sticks and twigs in his arms. He was relieved to find everyone in good health, though Brinn seemed exhausted. It looked like the procedure was just finishing up, as she was just now laying back against a sack to relax. He set the bundle down in a little clearing and stepped over to the cart, just in time to overhear Brinn's words. "Hey, I resent that. I'm more than just a well-polished sword, you know," he responded with a grin, patting the hilt of the blade at his waist. "So how'd it go? Did you manage to fix her up?" he asked, looking over to Agaue. He wasn't sure if he should be concerned or not; she didn't seem to be moving around much, but the wound was looking better, from what he could tell.