Helena waited till Phillip was finished with his tirade before she walked up to his horse. He had every right to be angry but getting angry only took up more energy. And under this unforgiving heat, using up too much energy would lead straight to death. "Although I agree that this was not the right way to place Zaino on your horse, it might be our only option." She stated calmly, "He has a higher chance of falling over if he is upright." Hopefully, this would ensure that neither party would continue this argument. They were both right, in a way. Helena turned her attention back to the unconscious Zaino and leaned forward. His breathing was slow and haggard, but it was breathing nonetheless.

Taking that moment to consider their options, Helena stepped back into the middle of the group. "Let's head for the camp first. I want to see the other Shepherds. However, there is the chance that we might have to travel for this town so let's not get too comfortable. If everyone is ready, we should get moving." Helena looked at the mage. "Will you be riding, Sir...?" She trailed off, hoping he would introduce himself. Only he and his archer friend were yet to be nameless to her and she would rather they didn't stay that way for long.