"Okay, okay! I was only asking." Grimacing at the stink worm comment, Ghent stepped around Elayra and approached Drust. This was the first real look Ghent had of the man. Before it was either too dark to see, or he was too intimidated to stare.
	 Ghent's heart thudded in his ears as he studied the motionless figure. Seeing Drust without his katana was unusual, but it brought him little comfort. The knight appeared perfectly capable of killing them both, with or without his blade. 
	Seeing Elayra turn in his peripheral vision, Ghent's breath caught in his throat. He looked over her head and grit his teeth together, refusing to repeat the same mistake twice.
	 [i]Magic will make it worse,[/i] he scolded himself, [i]or it could save you[/i], the second thought scared him. It scared him because he was truly tempted.
	Thankfully, nothing was there. Not that it meant much when ghosts were involved.
	Wishing to avoid being snapped at again, Ghent followed Elayra's newest order. He slid his hands underneath Drust’s legs, lifting once he had a good grip. Drust wasn't as heavy as he expected, although this was only a portion of his weight. Ghent doubted he would get far trying to move him on his own.
	“Great,” Ghent huffed, readjusting his hold. The forest wasn’t limited to human ghosts, now he had to worry about the ghosts of animals too. He waited for Elayra to get into position, but then he realized something. Not only was Elayra taking the heavier looking pack, she was lifting Drust from the heavier side. 
	"We should switch,” Ghent told the girl, his expression serious. “He's lighter from this end, and..." his eyes lingered on her shoulder for a split second, but he stopped himself from voicing his concerns. He knew better than to point out she was still wounded.