[ That he has to try and catch his breath from wrestling with fucking dolls is something Cassian had never thought he'd have to do before. Even with the bag tied tight he still has to contend with the fact that he's pretty sure his eye is swelling thanks to the dust that probably hasn't been beaten out of that broom until it made contact with his face.

Without bacta gel, antiseptic or even a healing spell to his name however this is just something he'll have to deal with until they leave this place. Of course he'd be the one dealing with the lingering aftermath of all of this. ]

Four is more than I expected to deal with.

[ He keeps his eye on the bag until they've delivered the bag and it's no longer their problem. Thankfully aside from a couple of jostles from walking along the road, the bag itself doesn't seem to move. He can't say he's been more happy to see a bag of toys leave their possession before. ]

I need ice for my eye. And something to clean it with.

[ Nodding his head in the direction of a nearby tavern known for its soups. With the source of his irritation gone, it's mostly just weariness that fills his voice. ]

Should we get food before heading back? My treat - even though somebody [ And here he looks wryly at Percy. ] should work on their aim.