Phil really couldn't care less about livestock. Dead people would be a huge worry, but livestock were just livestock. And Barney... there wasn't really anything Phil could do about that. He certainly wouldn't blame Clint when it was so clearly out of his control. He couldn't imagine anyone wanting their little brother punished in a situation like this. If it had been his sister, he would have forgiven her without question.

"Grab your backpack and we'll get you settled. I'm sure you could use a shower and a hot meal... so I'll order one." Clint didn't need to get poisoned. He could order them a pizza and pull out the spare bedding so Clint could take the couch.

He made a mental note to check on when the next full moon was. They needed to get ready for that, most likely. He wasn't sure what the best option would be, but they could figure it out together. Maybe it would be easier on Clint now that he wasn't alone.