Hugh put on his chainmail and threw the rest of his gear in the cart. He simply had his falchion, his tomahawk, and his chainmail shirt. "Yes, I'm alright. I guess I was just feeling a little bit of the blood loss getting to me." He said, responding to Sana's concerns. He looked her right in the eyes when she swung around on the wagon, speaking to him, and pointing to where he had been injured. He looked to his shoulder, and said, "Oh, yes, I was." He said it as if he had forgotten the injury.

Sana quickly swung back around the wagon to her original position. "You seem to be alright, if I'm not wrong." He said to her, starting the slow walk behind the wagon, his hand resting on his sheathed blade. He looked up at her, a very blissful smile on his face as he slogged along through the sand after the cart. It wasn't going very fast, so he was walking at a rather leisurely pace. He was hopeful that Rodger was doing alright, as the cart was not as loaded down. Hugh hadn't used him for pulling carts as much as he had just free riding. Rodger and Hugh had been a pair of heroes, rescuing those in need against nature and creatures. The perfect horse for a skilled warrior.