"I'm not that okay. This arm is useless to me until it heals. It means I'm down one gun. I can fire with or without two, but I'm far too used to two of them."<br/><br/>Terrence sat and thought for a moment, before reaching across his body to the gun in the left hilt. He pulled it out and looked at it for a moment.<br/><br/>"One gun used over another has never been a creed of mine. But I have no choice. However, one gun used and one gun only will never be mine. I'd like you to have this." Terrence held the gun out to her, wanting her to take it. If anyone deserved such a weapon it was indeed her. He saw the signs of a Gunslinger in her and he knew she could trust her feelings and skills to use the gun.