Peregrin was beginning to lose it all with her. If there was anyone he would bite down on this matter, it was the Princess.
Peregrin looked at both of them. "Tell me that you have a plan?! Tell me that this isn't a joke and you're not gambling with our lives!" His voice rose above them.
Iliya had no idea what to say to him that would solve the problem, but she feared she might lose this help; she wouldn't be getting anymore.
Curl understood what the situation was and quickly cooked up something.
"Wait, I think I have a plan" he said, glancing at their faces.
Iliya let out a deep breath, as if she had just been saved from her own destruction.
Peregrin noticed how nervous he was, and how he were getting relaxed. "You don't have a plan, if you did, why are you so nervous?"
"Because I have a plan" he said with a shrug. "Although it's not a great plan—"
"Great!" Peregrin jumped in. Seemed like he lacked the patience they needed.