[ wow, pegging him as a magic-learning guy?? Vash looks like he is taking that as a compliment (in another universe, he's telling 'Melshi' as much. in that other universe, Cassian probably isn't as fucked up tho) before he shrugs out of his coat long coat. sure, it's dirty and definitely seen better days after this week of all but non-stop, go-go-going, but... can beggars be choosers? no, the answer is no, they cannot. so it gets draped over Melshi's head like it's a hood, trying to cover as much of him that's left exposed to the snow as possible.

Vash is, luckily, almost entirely covered with a back turtleneck shirt and trousers beneath his coat, and gloves on to boot; he'll be fine. ]

You keep talking like that and I'm gonna shove my whole boot in your mouth. Why'd you gotta bring it up now?! You're not kicking it, so don't go there.

[ yes, he clearly knows what it means to bring a Shard to the Tree if that's any consolation - even if he hasn't done it personally. and... is very intent on not having to anytime soon, either. he shoots Melshi a look that says as much before he's helping Mr. Pessimistic lean his weight into Vash's back.

it's probably going to hurt like hell when he stands up. yeah. like, a lot. ]

Up on the count of three; ready? One, two--