Ivan shrugged, then nodded, pushing his way out of the trees until the group could easily see him. He said nothing, listening as Raven did the talking. Even though he was tired and sore, he wished he was doing more for the group. He kind of felt like somehow he was being a liability. He chewed his lower lip, picking a wet leaf out of his hair. It had been a while since he'd vomited, and now he was feeling more hungry than nauseated. If the group didn't attack them, he decided he would ask if they had food to offer. He knew they'd probably give it to him if they did. Somehow, everyone seemed to hate the thought of starving children.