Cael gives a silent nod of thanks to Megaera for her help tending to Strider. He unbuckles the straps to the saddle and pulls off the saddle and saddle bags. With words of encouragement and an occasional push, he gets Strider to lay in a more comfortable upright manner. Tossing the gear onto the wagon, he grabs a bucket and goes down to the stream for some water.

After setting the water within Strider's reach, Cael moves over to where the others are busy butchering the bull. "I assume we will be camping here for tonight. Strider could use a day of rest before we continue to get some of his strength back. Shall we get camp setup while you are busy here?"
Caelianodal is a rather plain looking elf in studded leather armor. A composite shortbow is never far from his hand. Just call me 'Cael' he says, everyone does.