Flin sighed, looking up at Daelin as he went to the roof and the others began doing their own things. At least people had something to distract themselves with. He turned to Ilruvae. [color=92278f]"You have my gratitude for keeping that compress focused on him. I don't think I would've been able to do that while fighting."[/color] Flin admitted, and headed towards the front of the caravan. He sat on one of the benches near Marilyn, and grabbed his guitar. He began to play a soothing, calming tune to calm his own nerves, and perhaps Marilyn's.