Zander stared after the Cecil, a frown marring his face and retracted the magic back into his being. He nodded when Cecil showed his gauntlet clad hand was fine and without burn marks. He had a feeling like he was missing the most obvious thing in the world, but put it aside again and smoved towards the tent that had been set up. Geoffrey had put his arrows that hadn't been destroyed into the quiver attached to his horse, and moved to snicker at Zander's attempt to help out.

"Vazra... Never encountered 'em before..." Geoffrey shrugged and couldn't help but let out a small laugh when Nymira mentioned lack of breakfast. "Should be some in me pack on the cart. Jerky most likely, not da best breaking of the fast, but better 'an-nuffin." He kicked soil onto the burning pieces and left the carcasses of the Vazra were they lay. He'd take the Fire Magi's word for it about where there was one pack more would follow swiftly. Grabbing the turned over pot, and sighing as he used what little was left inside it to pour over the small campfire he frowned.

"Zander, take the stakes out first," Geoffrey called out to the healer. He was slowly starting to awaken from his sleep addled mind. "You lot look tired as well. I'll tie the horses to a lead, get us all moving. If we press hard, I'd say by sunset we'd be gettin' ta Warren."

Zander scowled at the tent, took out the stakes in the ground, and grumbled as it came down. He knew so little about this stuff, he usually begged off to ride in carts himself but knew someone would tell him he hadn't done anything major to warrent it. Sighing, folding and doing the small busy work he put the tent onto the cart. It wasn't as neatly done as it was taken from the other night, but it would work.

"Nymira," Zander spoke up. "If the burns act up. Let me know..." That was as nice as he was going to get with the woman. He cast his gaze over Amune and Ethan. They really did have the look of siblings, save for being different races. He nodded to Cecil and turned on his heel to get his own horse up and going. "A goose feathered pillowed bed sounds amazing if you lot ask me."