Fiona had actually wanted to keep going, to get these people back to the village and better comfort as quickly as possible, but once they did come to a stop to set up a small cooking fire and a meal, she could see the use in it. Most of the people in the wagon looked to be near starvation, and the small period of rest would be good for them. Since Vaeri had taken care of the preparations and the cooking, Fiona helped hand out the modest meal, as well as offering small amounts of water to help the weaker ones wash it down. She took only the smallest taste for herself; she was hungry and tired from all the strain of the day, but nothing compared to the people she was helping.

She spent most of the meal with the rescued villagers, speaking with those who were awake enough to converse, and keeping her eye on those that were struggling. She'd never been through anything like this, but she supposed she had a good deal in common with many of them, being a villager who grew up in a place much like they had. A few of them seemed to take a liking to her. The experience of sharing food around a fire as equals was likely quite liberating. Before this she supposed they simply had to fight for scraps.

Fiona took the lull in activity the meal provided to quickly stitch up the small hole in her jacket the crossbow bolt had left behind. By the time she was done, the light was definitely beginning to shift and lead them towards dusk. She glanced around to see where the others were.

"If everyone's ready, we should move on. We can still reach the village before nightfall, I think."