Torie watched him go without trying to make it obvious. As soon as he was a good distance away, she hobbled to the door to keep an eye on him. As frustrated as she was, the last thing she wanted was for him to collapse or something of that nature trying to solve their problem. She watched until he was out of view, leaning heavily on the door frame

She opened the door as the rain began, hearing it hit the roof and it blew some of the wind out of her sails. This whole situation was far from ideal, but she supposed at least she wasn't completely alone. She hoped Anthony wouldn't judge her too much, even if neither one of them seemed keen to be stuck together for the time being.

As he came back into view, Torie noted he looked alright and had the horses with him, so she quickly stumbled back to her crate, hoping to look as nonchalant as she wanted to feel. Her ankle was absolutely throbbing and so she put it up on the crate next to her seat, hoping some elevation would help. He came breezing back in, his mood apparently as stormy as the skies and so Torie remained silent, deciding to take off her boot and see how bad the damage was. A fire was lit and she supposed the arrival of the rain meant they were staying put for a little while longer.

Waiting him out for a few moments, unsure as to how to best interrupt his pensive mood, Torie busied herself with her ankle, too flustered herself to realize she was exposing half of her leg in this process, but she needed to do something about it. Clearing her throat, she waited another beat before quietly requesting, "May I have my wand please?" That he had used it with little difficulty was momentarily lost on her, but she knew she would need to care for their injuries.