Chrrou narrows his eyes, gazing at the combatants, not moving further until he's reassured himself that no immediate counter-spell is forthcoming; giving a grunt halfway between relief and disgust, he nods to Rihyan and again paws for his chosen bag. "Huh. Just toughs," he sighs, no longer too worried about retribution should the group seek to finish this business later. Turning toward the thicket of piercing thorns, he squeaks at the top of his mousy lungs, "And if you stay still, you'll still be<span style="font-style: italic">alive</span>when those come down in a couple hours. Or you can struggle and cut yourselves apart, I don't care..." Though the need for continued haste is debatable, Chrrou's not about to try to change up the arrangements, and after checking that all the available loot has been secured he clambers into his chosen bag with a pat at Rihyan's side and a self-conscious grin. "Well, see you soon..."