Jay El frowned. These delays were tiresome and unwelcome. With a wave of his hand he quickly levitated the injured horse out of the pit. "Let's keep moving." He said, simply, and continued his way forward. He had no time for the ineptitudes of his companions nor the whimperings of a wounded horse.
Jay El paused and looked inwards at himself. When had he become so callus? He brushed the thought aside. It didn't matter. The horse was but a distraction. He'd heal it later, if there was time.
Jay El cocked his ears suddenly. There were footsteps approaching. "HIDE!" he yelled, then, as an afterthought, "quietly!" he stage whispered.