Kiko listened carefully to Canticle, nodding along with her words. She slowly grabbed onto the man's free arm, feeling a certain spirituality that rarely touched her. She looked at pale Canticle's tender face, then at the men. She was familiar with them, but... not in the same way she knew Canticle. She hoped this moment, here, would fix that lack of familiarity. She took a deep breath in.<br/><br/><br/>"Obviously, in my time as a solider, I witnessed many moments like this..." she said softly. "I pray, stranger, that in your next life you are a peaceful creature. War is the last place any beautiful thing should stand."<br/><br/><br/>She watched the man's face as he faded away... she would find those treasures, keep them safe from horrid hands, if it was the last thing she did.