He'll - pack with the assumption that he can save his sister. There's lots of non-perishable food, packing as much as possible with the least amount of weight. Water, too, but that one's a bit harder. It's always heavy. Whatever, that's fine, he'll just - obsessively pack some more things. Pack, pack, pack.
Predictably, he runs out of things to do. Except think. Which has become something of a minefield, lately. To keep him from doing something stupid. He can't think about Zevaia, can't think about the knife, can't think about the Dean and how insanely long it's taking him to get the smallest tidbits of information out of him. He can't think too much about obsessive ways to make sure Annie's safe, for fear of becoming some kind of psychotic, controlling stalker or something.
But trying to not think about Annie is a recipe for failure or insanity, so he distracts himself with - what ifs. What would have happened if he'd met her without the necklace's and tracker's side effects combination, what he would have done if she'd asked him to kiss her...
That helps the time pass by faster.
"Also, it seems that the knife's side effect is um - inability to feel pain. So uh, you should - probably check yourselves for injuries."
"... Bandage them, don't do anything with broken bones, ask a doctor to check you out when you get home."
"You can probably check if it's at a weird angle or something. Or if you have trouble doing things with the body part." Pause. "Also, who wants to brainstorm ideas for how to destroy the knife? My vote goes to 'throw it into a fucking volcano.'"
"We can probably borrow a boat and take it out to the deep ocean and dump it after encasing it in concrete."
"Or throw it at a nest of rabid fucking badgers or something," mutters Zevaia. "Or maybe we can launch it into the sun..."
"- Also, there are a few people who had trouble walking, if anyone would like to help, that would be great," says an Aldaras who is only slightly overwhelmed.
"I have a map, there's a town to the east and we're about four days from Drofnfjord."
Meanwhile, Aldaras retrieves all immobile cut and finds them ways to - actually move. Mostly by finding other people to help them.
And then he realizes that actually managing to beat the knife is salient information. "Sintre," he says, carefully, "I need to go tell my keeper how we just did it. Watch the knife, please?"
He goes off to go do that, as quickly as is possible without injury. Zevaia follows. They reach the town reasonably quickly, and he asks for a phone and dials Annie's number.
"Salutations, it's me - we did it, cut people are now uncut and -" Pause. His voice breaks just a little, and becomes somewhat gooey. "I missed you very much."
"Oh thank goodness - is your sister okay - what's going to happen to the knife - when do you think you'll be back?"
"She's fine, the knife's already in cement and we're trying to figure out what to do with it, and - I don't know yet."