He nodded, wishing like hell that her had it in him to square his shoulders and march off in some direction, undoubtedly leading them to safety or at least an explenation. The sad truth was that the pain was sapping Quinn's willingness to walk anywhere. He was sort of hoping he could lay out his blankets and go back to sleep. He eyed his light quilt in it's bundle on the ground. "Let's just leave that. Dragging it around will just slow us down." He could buy new bedding, once he made it home. He gathered the sheet across his shoulders to that it wouldn't trip him and then he peered up over the trees. "Sky's getting lighter. Do you think that way is east?" He nodded in the direction where the lavender tinged fog seemed to be a lighter shade.