Ivan took a shallow and shaky breath, pushing himself away from the side of the caravan and picking up his bow and quiver, limping back towards the others. His limp seemed to have gotten a bit worse, his right leg dragging behind him as he walked in an unsteady pace. The mud was up above his knees at certain points on the path, making it even harder to walk properly. Thankfully the others hadn't gotten too far, but he still lagged behind them a good deal.