"Well this is far from ideal.. But at least she's not dead," he said with a sigh after Brinn went unconscious again. He slid an arm under her head, and another under her legs, and lifted her off the ground. She was fairly light, enough so that he had no trouble carrying her as he brought her over to the cart, and layed her down gently on the same spot he had slept in. He turned her head and gently pulled her hair to the side, assuming she was unconscious for the same reason he himself had been; He was relieved to find that there was no gash, like the blow that hit him had inflicted, but instead just a bruise. A big one, obviously from a harsh blow, but still just a bruise.<br/><br/>There was not much he could do for her now; if it was an open wound, or she was awake, he could use healing magic, but not knowing where to focus the spell rendered it near pointless, so he set her up in a comfortable position and turned his attention to the thief. "Considering my entire purpose for being here was to capture you, I suppose I lucked out," he said, stroking his chin hair thoughtfully. "I suppose I'll bring you two back to the capital," he decided after a minute, turning to Brinn afterward. "Hope you won't be too mad at me."<br/><br/>He set to work gathering everything and making room in the cart, for the supplies and the two immobile people. It took a while, and moving the iced thief was no easy feat, but he eventually got everything settled and headed back to the village. Once there, he retrieved his horse, thanking her with a carrot from their supplies for waiting so patiently for him, and started down the road, heading back to the capital.