Trusting in the older boy, Faolán nodded and limped over to grab their bag, then returned to Killian's side, pale-faced from pain. Thankfully, his wounds weren't too severe or deep, all things considered, but they still hurt, and he was bruised on top of it all. He'd gotten very, very lucky today.
"Sooo, I'm just the bag-holder, right?" he said, eying Killian shiftily. "You're the paw-sawer, right?"
He did not want to touch that thing.