[ Even if the willingness is there, it doesn't mean they have enough supplies. His eyes are already drawing over what vegetables have been gathered and how many sacs of rice they have in total, taking a mental count before his lips draw into a tighter frown. ]

The sick double by the hour. This won't be enough.

[ Said more to himself, but he's sure the horse-man already knows as much. ]

It can't be helped. At your speed, everyone will have died of starvation long before the illness takes them.

[ He makes a mental note to also go hunting later and assign a few misfortunate souls to go gathering for him, but for now, they definitely need more hands here. In lieu of anyone else to boss around at the moment, he pulls his gauntlets off neatly and rolls up his sleeves. He may not be an expert chef, but he at least knows the basics of cooking stew, which is a start. ]

Make more room for me.