Dave looked about at the others. Thankfully, they didn't seem to take much notice to his earlier antic, much to his relief. He decided to go ahead and butt in on the conversation, not wanting to be left out now that he was nearly at peak condition again.
"Uh, yeah, I say we head south," He suggested, pointing in said direction. "Try and make our way to the coast, maybe. I don't really enjoy these chilly mountains much..." His voice trailed off into a chatter of teeth.
Adam stooped down, grabbing the small device near the cave entrance. Had this been one of the many items the old man used to kick everyone's ass? Making the assumption that he's correct, he deftly pocketed the item before catching wind of the others' current conversation.
So, they want to leave. He may as well save everyone the trouble, and round up the others. Collect his lost sheep.
Adam shuddered slightly. He was never going to use that analogy again, pretty sure that the old man had called them all something similar.
Nathan lay down the now limp form of Dylan, before looking through what little medical supplies they had left. There wasn't a lot, not at all, but Dylan's injuries were the most severe, only bested by Alex's new stump, which Marik had thankfully sealed.
Nathan began his small operation, sewing up the large gashes throughout Dylan, popping dislocated bones back into place. All was relatively quiet now, save for the howling wind of the wild mountains outside. His operation proceeded smoothly, despite the minimal light within the cave.