Kaladin nodded as the girl thanked him. He stumbled slightly, but managed to set her down before collapsing himself. He wheezed, gulping down fresher air. He kept his eyes clenched as they burned, producing streams of tears that trailed down his ashen face. He groaned, rolling onto his stomach and revealed his pack.

"Backpack....water...for her..." He moaned, his hands twitching a gesture to the other female.

He laid on the cool ground until his breathing slowed to a normal pace. Slowly standing up and taking off his backpack, he grudgingly walked towards the burning building. As he walked by, he saw survivors hunching over and throwing up. Some were on the ground, catching their breath. Kaladin slightly hesitated when he saw the stranger from before, puffing on a cigarette. He glared for a second before continuing his way towards the broken window from where he rescued that girl. The building was still set a balze, but the intensity was lowered after the flames reached its peak. Lying on the ground was her weapon.

Kaladin walked over to it, picking it up. It looked like a gun, but it was oddly shaped.
"Huh." Kaladin scratched his head as he examined the weapon. Shrugging, he walked back to the two females. He plopped down across the girl, whom he noticed has burn marks. Silently, he placed the gun in her lap.