Len is lean and quick in the darkness and Mick does struggle to keep up. He's the muscle, the brute and his wings ache to simply take to the air even if he knows that it's suicide. So he grits his teeth and climbs as quickly as his bulk will allow, claws digging into the stone and mortar as they move.

The cart is a welcome respite and he dozes in the warm hay almost immediately, never allowing himself to slip too far into sleep. After all, they were still escaping and he couldn't let his guard down too far.

As it eventually pulls to a halt, the half-dragon pulls himself from the back and helps an exhausted Snart to tend to the horse and drag the cart from view. When he turns, he can't help but shake his head at the sight of the Tiefling curled up in the hay, already asleep.

Mick doesn't wake him.

By the time he does stir however, it's clear that Mick has been busy. A deer has been run down and a small fire started, plenty of food for both Tiefling and a half-starved dragon who missed the taste of rich meat more than he cared to admit. His wings are loose and easy at his sides, digging in with relish to another helping.

Len has a plan, he's almost sure of it. Kid never did anything without thinking a few moves ahead and Mick respects that about him. Whatever they did - he was on board.