[Perhaps that help would be a certain dark knight. Though he's not dark right now, not when he didn't bother taking time to put all of his armour on before rushing out to deal with the fires. Dressed in casual leathers, he only looks like a man with a sword.

A bedraggled man with a sword, soot all over his body until the brightest part of himself is not his mane but his left eye. The right one, the one he tends to cover under all much of his fringe, is covered up with a scarf he managed to procure somewhere as a makeshift eyepatch.]

Takame. [Rhus pats his friend on the arm, before crouching down a few fulms away from the terrified family. One of them even tosses a picture frame at his head, but he doesn't dodge it, just wiggles his ears in amusement-- which the child focuses on. Fuzzy ears are much nicer to look at than horns and scales.]

Forgive my friend-- I know he looks terrifyin' but he means well. But we both want the same thing. 'S to get you out of here.