Plenty.

Garris instantly reaches for his bag and pulls out a small handheld crossbow. The locust, still caught up in its back pain fails to see Garris load it, only laying its hideous eyes on him after giving up. Garris pulls the trigger, and the beast falls over dead.

Garris sits down, ready to sleep again, only he still doesn’t have that luxury. The girl, who Garris now sees is an obvious crossbreed, probably half pixie half elf he figures, is coughing up water. “You alright?” Garris gets up and walks over to her, putting his hand on her back.