He nodded his head in understanding after Brinn spoke. As he assumed, she had used a spell again.. although this time it was a beneficial one, at least. The state it left her in was more or less identical, though. "I suppose it falls to me to prepare us a meal, then," he sighed resignedly, looking back and forth between the two incapacitated girls. "..I don't think there's been a single time where we've all sat around in good health at the same time. There's always something wrong with at least one of us," he shrugged, standing up and hopping off the cart.<br/><br/>"What kind of supplies did you gather for a meal, Brinn?" he asked, turning to her for a moment after his feet were firmly on the ground again. He hoped she would be able to answer the question, despite her state; the one he had asked a few moments ago seemed to require great effort on her part to coherently respond to, but everything in the cart was a mess, and he would much prefer to not have to dig around in it to find what he needed. He wasn't entirely sure what to look for anyway, considering he had no knowledge of her supplies or what kind of meal she had planned.