Bastian hadn't budged. Gritting his teeth, swelling pain rushing from every inch of his body. He wasn't thinking about exactly what happened, focusing on enduring the curse's side effects. Breathing in and out deeply several times, slowly wiggling his paws and feet until becoming capable to freely move. Walking back to the cart, carrying the sack confirming both targets demise. Turning to look at her. Observing that she hadn't gotten much, if any, blood on her clothing. Suddenly, recalling a moment with another woman wearing the same dress, blood spewing with an arrow piercing her stomach, reaching out their hand. Bastian shook his head back into reality. Feeling and smelling the breeze blowing past, tickling his nostrils, his ears and tail twitched. 

[color=0072bc]"I'm sorry for leaving you alone, I'm relieved you're unharmed."[/color] Bastian finally said in a calm tone, getting some rags wet, cleaning off some of the blood that covered him. Unlocking one of the crates and putting the sack inside, along with the bloody rags. [color=0072bc]"Please, hurry inside. We're making it back into town before the storm hits..." [/color] Returning to the horse and waiting for Elizabeth.