Istredd knows the second he looks at Nanaue and the body parts he's chewing on, he'll get sick, so he's pointedly not observing any of that. The sounds he can't stop, but he tries to keep it in the back of his mind and focus on what they're doing instead. The Lunae are focusing on the wheel and figuring out next steps themselves; if they look unsettled at the shark a few times, they don't say anything about it. Probably for the best.

"It is a victory, they usually don't run away." Istredd's pretty certain they get stubborn about that, but survival still counts higher in a situation like this. He has gotten his wind back from exerting his willpower. The good thing about magic is that it refills in strength, for people who knows how to contain it well. He's hoping they won't end up with another conflict though.

Istredd has no ability to help with the wheel, but he does go to the wagon, looking concerned. "The enchantments are going to fade, they weren't set to last much longer than our expected time." He tests out the wards thoughtfully, considering in his head what would be needed. The Lunae use different spells than he does. "I can probably fix it."