Philemon continues to sooth the animals while the others inspect, heal, and ensure they are tied down. "Well, that voice in my head stopped - was that thing doing it? I guess we can actually rest now, no need to go back to town," he rambles, as the fatigue and stress leave him tired. As things seem to settle he looks at the others for an answer, trying to determine if he's laying down for his turn to sleep now. (Philemon offered to take the graveyard shift as long as another PC stands watch first.)