Now that she was thinking clearly, she became worried at how bad she'd been. When she'd designed the traps, she'd never stopped to consider the fact that she would be unable to end the spell. It was a massive oversight that should have killed her. The drain of energy was too great. Even unconscious, resting and regenerating energy as fast as was possible, she would have been unable to keep up with it. So why had she simply lingered in unconsciousness? The question troubled her greatly. She was hungry. Painfully so. Looking around the cart, she spotted the sack she'd filled with the food she'd gathered. When the knight went to resume driving the cart, she sat up and reached for it. Digging inside, she pulled out an apple and handed it up toward the thief without a word. She would still need a few minutes to get past her anger for the girl.<br/><br/>"Oi. Grumpy. Catch." she called out to the knight, then tossed an apple his way, "We don't need to find a village. What do you think I was doing while you were out? If you'll pull over somewhere, I'll make food."<br/><br/>She munched on a handfull of wild nuts, hoping the protien would help her feel better quickly. After the nuts were gone, she pulled out a handfull of berries, then hefted the sack and offered it to the thief. This time, she did glance up at her as she handed it, and was surprised at what she saw.<br/><br/>She hadn't been paying attention before, seeing the girl only as a threat. Now, with her hands bowed, and leaning listlessly against the crate, Brinn saw for the first time that there was something wrong with her. She recalled that the main item she'd stolen in the village had been medical supplies. She'd never paused to consider what the injury could have been. She couldn't let the girl die. It would mean a lot of questions, a lot of accusations, and a lot of problems that she just wasn't in the mood for. There was nothing but tension between the two of them, so she knew she would have to approach the issue carefully. As the cart continued to bounce along, she spoke in a casual tone, leaning back against the sack of grain. Her eyes remained on the girl, noting the details that told her this was a very sick girl.<br/><br/>"You know... I see only one option for us at this point. We seem to have no choice but to become traveling companions. It would be better for both of us if we can reach an agreement. I suggest we agree to disagree. You have given your word not to flee. Include me in that agreement, and I will give you my word to do you no harm, so long as you stick to it. What do you say?"