He looked down at Brinn for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts. She was obviously in no condition to help, or even hold up a conversation. Caedrin knew he would likely win in a fight if it came down to blows, but there would be no guarantee Brinn would be unharmed in the processs; she might even get in-between the two, and end up seriously injured. He sighed, resigning himself to the only safe course of action. "Fine," were his only words as he reached into the piles of supplies, pulling out the bag and tossing it to her. "Any funny business and I swear, I will hunt you to the ends of the earth," he warned through clenched teeth, watching her movements closely.