He put his full weight on it and took an experimental step or two. It burned like a son of a bitch, to the point he had the stray concern the blade may have been poisoned with something. There was no real way to know unless he started to feel sick. "I can walk," he said with a nod.

He considered her proposal before shaking his head. "No. We'd do better sticking together at this point. If there are others coming, I'd rather make them work for whatever they want to do than make it easy to pick us off individually. We can carry the basket between us after we put away the trap. It'll leave a hand free each for weapons."