Ivan balked, not really getting what was going on. He desperately wanted to go back for his weapon at the very least. "But if there is trouble, shouldn't we stay? We could... ah!" Ivan let out a sharp squeak, pushing his legs closer together so much that he was squeezing Raven's midsection in a way that must have been at least a little uncomfortable. "Sorry..." He rested his head on Raven's chest, wondering where they even planned on going. Back out to the caravan? Certainly not, what good would that be? The thing was stuck fast in the mud, and there was no way a single man and an ill could pull it out by themselves and get back on the road.