Flin began to carry the man towards the back of the caravan with Pyra's help, making sure to keep applying pressure on the compress as they moved. [color=92278f]"Not by beasts, huh.."[/color] Flin muttered softly. Did that mean that the man had a rough fall? Or was he specifically targetted by humans, or some other race? Regardless, this man's safety came first. He noticed that the compress was more perfected than what he usually made, and glanced at Pyra briefly. He gave him a nod as they reached the back, with a small smirk as appreciation for his efforts. When Daelin mentioned that something was coming, getting inside the caravan was even more important now. He prepared to carry the man inside with Pyra, the moment Marilyn lowered the back door.