Dain looks at Vervain, startled. Won't need until tomorrow...? The tension in the wagon increases, painting the statement as something more ominous than it sounds, and because nearly all of that tension is sourced from Tuo's quiet fury it cannot be what Dain's first guess would have been. Tuo has little issue with the choice to travel, even or especially if it puts someone on the run from the church.

"Do something, anything. Please."

Dain absently strokes the inside of Tuo's hand with his thumb. He's not unaware of that need for reassurance, but for the moment, his attention is entirely on Vervain. "Right," he says slowly. "And if I may ask... the decision to do what, exactly?"

His coat stays on his shoulders, forgotten.