Fiver. [ He supplies, accepting the help with a muttered thanks. ]

It's no less ridiculous than anything else around here, really. So it must be fitting. [ He gives an actual smile this time—a bitter one, but a smile nonetheless. Worn out as his legs are, he's a little slow-going, but his pace is steady and he's at least not limping. ]

I've never used a weapon before now anyway. [ Looking down at his hands, he almost looks surprised at himself. Muttering with snort: ] Rabbits hunting elil... ridiculous.