Gaunt, similarly exhausted, winces and offers Rawne a half-full canteen full of water that is certfiably safe and purified, if still rather brackish and warm. He is silent for a long moment, shifting his camo-cloak with his hands, before stripping it off and setting it hanging off a rather rusty nail that is sticking out of the wall.

"We should dry what we can, while we can." He finally says in a low tone, before looking over the farmhouse with a certain grim exhaustion, hoping that he'll find it abandoned instead finding the remains of the former occupants. He has slid one of his silenced autopistols out of a holster, more from habit than out of any real expectation he was going to be using it on anyone, or anything within the structure.