Fou was enraged. Unfortunately, both sisters were played, as Flint never had any intentions of leaving with Fin. Fou would kill him, if he did... literally at that.
Hence he packed last night, and left exactly at that time. He was already ahead of Damien, far from where the make shift camp was made. There was not enough time to catch up at this point.
"FLIIIIIINT!!!" Fou roared out in anger, as her hair exploded out into flames, that lit up the morning sky. Fa'ar sighed, and rubbed his temples in frustration.
Frey chuckled at everything, and Fez was expressionless. The mischievous Fuhr laughed at the situation, not holding back at all. Not even under Fa'ar's intense glare.
Meanwhile, Flint heard his beloved's wrath, and hurriedly ran forward. He was not going to risk anything. Especially when he knew he was soft against her words.