[The Drifter turns, as if to be on their way - they don't end conversations with greetings or farewells, but simply elect to consider them over and done with when they appear to be - but then stops, and turns back to him as they remember.]
[They do have something with which to repay his help.]
[A moment, as they rummage about beneath their cloak with one hand until they dig out something that crackles faintly: a little packet of individually-wrapped candies, which they open and hold out to him.]
[Because this is perfectly logical to them, to offer candy in the wake of a natural disaster.]
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[They do have something with which to repay his help.]
[A moment, as they rummage about beneath their cloak with one hand until they dig out something that crackles faintly: a little packet of individually-wrapped candies, which they open and hold out to him.]
[Because this is perfectly logical to them, to offer candy in the wake of a natural disaster.]
[Take one?]