The snow was almost as bad as the fog, hindering line of sight and making everything slippery in way that mud didn't. It was an improvement, at least, considering the snow didn't mute his powers. Despite this small silver lining, when he crossed paths with Jeyne, he still looked far worse off than when they'd first met. Endless hours of sleep deprivation and being faced with his father's corpse, his own handiwork, had not done him any favors. Had she been a complete stranger he would have kept on his path and ignored her request. Against his better judgement, he stopped, intending to assist.

"Give it to me if you don't know what you're doing," Kylo snapped. He reached out to grab the rifle from her hands, but rather than leave her empty handed, he also held out his own rifle for her to take. It was already loaded, which would save them both time so long as she was a halfway decent shot.

It probably didn't matter. The Regency likely wouldn't duck out of the way, or the bullets would just be deflected. He could deflect bullets, too -- and anyone standing near him could be thankful for that.