Ilruvae grimaced, managing to stay on his feet once helped up, noticing the Captains odd feel and noting it for later, filing it away likely as a form of Soul magic. He barely even noticed being called his proper name, What with it not being his highest priority and all. “yes, I can walk. Can’t promise my arms in the best condition, but my legs are mostly fine.”

Without any further orders beyond the general ones, Pyra gave the Captain a quick nod and tossed himself down the hatch, holding onto one end with a hand to slow his fall to a more reasonable rate, but still landing with a grunt, eying the scene around the caravan. Simply put, it was a mess. To keep himself occupied from the pain his arm was in, he began encasing some of the objects in shells of his magic, shifting and adjusting them to fit together where broken, and putting in piles what doesn’t fit anywhere, both to help with cleaning and for the above reason. No time to worry about his arm, there’s work to be done.