The storm seemed to have eased up for the moment, but the ground was still a muddy disaster. Ivan was glad to be lifted off the ground as the made their way back down the road towards the caravan. Ivan's eyes slowly fell closed, his head leaned softly against Raven's chest. Aside from being scared and a bit tired, Ivan was actually feeling a lot better. While his attacks could be deadly if left unattended, they usually cleared up fast once they were over. Now he had other problems to focus on. He said nothing, gritting his teeth together as he tried to forget about the situation. He wanted to stay with the others to help, but he understood why they would want him out of the way.