[ Two sets of hands isn't much. Jaime doesn't doubt that means another group might come to make up for it. ]

Right. [ He'll go to the well to wash his mouth and get a good shake and spit for the blood between his teeth, but besides that he figures he ought not to waste any time. When he comes back only the space around his lips and some parts of his beard are clean; he wonders if he ought to smudge everything around to make it equal.

The first thing he says as he approaches Guts once more is: ] I was told Craft could make shields out of nothing.

[ He spares a glance at his forearm, lifting it slightly, and then frowns. ]

I made one. Here. Somehow. Surely we can shield these... crops somehow, yes?