Tobias was staring at nothing in particular, flipping a coin across his fingers to try and quell the shakiness in his hands. He was distantly aware of a great many events transpiring around him - Lob and Vaeri carving up the Hell-Hound, the apothecary bustling to and fro, the man on the white horse observing the scene, and Sana sitting with the child in her arms (any other time, he might have worried about that, considering the woman's demonstrated propensity for violence - at the moment, Tobias couldn't be bothered to kick up a stink about it). 

He snapped back when he heard Fiona's voice speaking to him, and her sarcastic comment returned a trademark cocksure grin to his face. "Oh, you should know not to worry about that. Spineless weasel's in my blood - besides, I'd hate to make my angel of war look bad." 

Tobias's smile faded. He smelled the hell-hound's hot breath on his face, the tempest of smoke and blood. He heard the screaming, the gurgling, the terrible sucking sound of a stabbed chest cavity. He saw the corpse of the man he'd killed, reddened and defiled. He watched Sana plunge an arrow into a screaming man's face, the zombie crack a man's skull open, the dark knight rise from things no man could possibly survive.

"I'm... glad you're okay." Before he knew it, the rogue had awkwardly wrapped his arms around the girl in front of him and drew her forwards to bury his forehead in her shoulder. "I... I had a really bad day, Fiona."

The contact lasted just a moment before the rogue broke it off again just as suddenly. "Eh... heh. I should, I mean, I've got to go... steal something."