... he started at the cabin, apparrently. Must've been to the refectory at some point, 'cause we found some blue stuff, too, at the theater. And some of that booze.

[ her stance doesn't surprise him, but it does mean that he respects her space. he'll stay on one end of the seat and allow her the other, staring into the burning blue of the fire. both hands grip the axe, now, but it's so that he can rest his chin on it rather than present a threat.

quietly, nearly under his breath: ] May the Sacred Flame ever light your paths, and shine on you even in death.