"Thank you," was murmured as he was caught - half crazed or not, Raylan still had some of his manners. Despite Dorian's reassurance, Raylan found himself reaching up to rub at his forehead just to make sure.

"Mathis likes us without weapons. Without footing, without confidence in even the cycle of the day or the seasons. I hate this fuckin' place."

As though to respond, another building crashed into ruin as the fires ate at it and Raylan couldn't stop glancing its way.

"You should go help them. Whoever is left. I'll... be fine." Well, that was very largely debatable, but Raylan could put up a half decent front.