Faolan steps forward, awkwardly falling into step behind the other man as they walk. He's feeling a bit self-conscious and strangely like he's become the other man's newest charity work, perhaps. Or perhaps that's only the way that he sees it. He's hardly had help from anyone else in a long time, hardly had anyone offer, it's a little uncomfortable accepting such a thing from another person without making inappropriate leaps in logic.

"I've had the misfortune of getting to know most of them," he admits. A hazard of the job, really. When going up against predators that are stronger, faster, and more deadly than him, with only his weapons and his strategy to back him up, there have been more than a few close calls. This, by comparison to a few of them, is nothing.