[What a strange gun. Smaller than he's used to, probably, if he's mostly seen old service revolvers or rifles. The woman likely knows how to use it, however, and so he does not remove the sword from the cane, instead standing with it half-unsheathed.
He's in more shadows than he should be.]

Some things cannot be soothed.

They do remind of home, however. More than the city itself.

[The animal must be in pain from all the fire. It is like rabies, some part of him thinks.]

I am assuming you do not need help with that?